A group of men picked their way through a wet and hot partial forest. One of the new areas that nature had taken back. Thick, young trees raising from a spongy floor of mud, decaying matter and if you weren't careful, a hidden man-eating fungoid or ten. It was here that they caught up with a scout, sitting on his heels and examining a section of the forest floor, that quite honestly was COVERED in paw and foot prints of various kinds. The older man swathed in layers of rags, with dark blue goggles over his eyes was doing his best to try and piece out what had come through her. As the group of men joined him, the leader whispers, "Well scout?"

Tod Crayer, the scout in rags, holding a hunting rifle, with a back pack on his back and with a 2 foot long single edged knife on his hip, looked down at the ground closer, "Some other scouts came through here." He used the butt of his rifle to point out some boot and shoe prints, "This here, a herbivore, and one of those Moa like things here...as for what you're looking for..." The mission had been to find a saber-tooth cat like creature that was threatening some frontier mining communities, it had already killed a miner and his family. The communities had come together to track it down and get rid of it. Tod hrmed, "Here." He points at a track, "But it's old. Maybe 4 days. But it came through here." He pointed to the right further into the forest and towards the edge of the settled lands, and out into the wastes beyond the scouting ranges of this area, "And he's out there."

The hunting party nodded. Tod getting up with a grunt, "I'll scout ahead. Take your time...and watch your step."