Tod crabbed his way through the brush. He'd found his bandits. A bunch of loud, hairy guys, guns and knives, ragged clothing and a few pieces of armoring. But not something new or unique at all. One of them was brandishing the severed ear of a sabre cat, one of bigger, meaner beasties on the frontier, but the cats were smart enough not go near settlements, the only way one would go near a town or homestead would be if they were forced out of their range, and the only way one would attack a town is if it was hurt and angry. Likely the one he had been asked to help track was missing an ear. And had been right pissed and attacked the first humans it saw after coming around.

These five bandits though had made off with their prize, and laughed about the pain they caused. Tod, would make them pay. As much as he could on his own.

He crabbed and spidered his way closer to where the bandits were resting. Eating rations and getting something to drink. Tod hrmed, then began to load his rifle, making sure he had a full load of ammo, so he had a full compliment of rounds for when he opened fire. He studied them, listened and waited.

If had been abit of a feat, tracking them as he did, having to run actually, to close the long distance and head-start. But he had finally caught up to them, then began to stalk them up to this point. He'd had any number of chances to take a number of them down, but he didn't want to do that until he was sure he could get them all. So here he knelt, watching and waiting until they were vulnerable.