(I apologise for the late post and the shortness of it, WAR came out and I've been caught up in it for the past week)

Itza-gor move through he jungle alone, a patrol of skinks had gone missing earlier in the day and he was out to investigate as this sort of happening was often the first sign if a raid by the humans or dark elves. Following the path of the skinks was not to difficult, nor were their bodies hard to find when he finally came to them. Thirteen in all, all seeming killed individually by a single foe. Not a raid then but a threat non-the-less. Finding only a few tracks that did not belong to the creatures of the jungle, tracks that any saurus worth their hide would recognise. Skaven.

Now that he knew what to look for more tracks were easier to find, they were still few by comparison to most targets Itza-gor had tracked, this one knew what it was doing, as evidenced by the dead patrol. Moving quickly it wasn't long before the scent of rat was ahead of him, great weapon in hand Itza-gor picked up the pace.

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