Cordelia
Perhaps it's the fact that neither Cordelia or Noah choose to shift, but they don't have much luck with tracking. The path the bear has been taking seems to be well worn still, but there isn't much to go off of. No fresh scat or recently overturned leaves. No tracks or broken branches. Her irritation is palpable along the bond. A soft thrum that simply fuels her steps as she pushes forward, her own bow drawn and prepared with an arrow to mirror Noah as they follow behind Deimos.
The Sword has better luck than his other two companions, his heightened scenes giving him a wider grasp of the surrounding world and he picks up on a scent that is distinctly predator. Not just predator, but the bear. It seems to have veered off the trial to head deeper into the woods down a path that was less obvious than the one they were currently on.
Deimos has the scent and can choose to follow it or stay on their current trail with Noah and Delia following behind him.
The Sword has better luck than his other two companions, his heightened scenes giving him a wider grasp of the surrounding world and he picks up on a scent that is distinctly predator. Not just predator, but the bear. It seems to have veered off the trial to head deeper into the woods down a path that was less obvious than the one they were currently on.
Deimos has the scent and can choose to follow it or stay on their current trail with Noah and Delia following behind him.
I've been the archer and I've been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
