Jack smiled, as he saw the carnage. Something was killed here. Looking at the tracks, most likely a horse and it's rider. The smell of blood was old, however. At least a day, although in this frigid climate, it was harder to tell. Jack ignored the frost. He'd grown used to it a long time ago. He studid the tracks, smiling,as he traced them. So many people.. A search party? No. The tracks were made at different time periods. One person followed the drag marks. Two people followed those marks. A chase? No, the footsteps weren't hurried, or far apart. Most likely, the front person did not yet know he was being trailed.
Jack smiled. He could feel it again. That tingly feeling. The feeling he knew meant bloodshed. There would be dead before the day was done, and Jack was going to join in. Smiling, Jack stood up, sniffing the air like a hound. The blood was.... that way. Smiling, Jack set off through the underbrush. He took a curved path. He would intercept his prey soon enough. However, the first ten meters he took care to hide his tracks. Couldn't have someone trailing him, now could he? No no, that would be MOST inconvenient.