Now that they were in the hunting grounds, Janius became more alert to reflect Kaleeth's demeanour. It took a short while for Janius to think of what advice to even give. He wasn't clear how much or how little Kaleeth knew, so it wasn't really obvious. "Um, I'll point things out as I see them or think of them, but there's probably quite a bit that you know already." Janius stopped on the spot and looked around the canopy of the large trees, trying to focus on the scents in the air. "I think there's an ogre somewhere," he murmured, beginning to move again. By habit, he wet his finger in his mouth and pointed it in the air to get the rough direction of the wind. Today, as usual in the marsh, it was fairly stagnant. Not of much help to see if the ogre was upwind, but it meant that the ogre, or something smelling of the ogre was nearby.

"Outside of the marsh, where there is more wind, your own smell can be carried on it, and your prey might smell you sooner. It's better to move upwind as much as you can." Janius mentioned while it was in his mind, deliberately skipping the boon of smelling the prey downwind to keep track of them. "Not so useful today, but if there's a day with a breeze..." Janius shrugged. "Also, I noticed to take a look at any water nearby, whether it be puddles or ponds. The mud makes footprints clearer, and if the water is murky, there might have been movement in it recently. You know, if it isn't already flowing strongly or filled with feeding fish."

Still looking around the ground, Janius kept his eyes out for any sign of the ogre, but came across something else instead. There were some reeds that were slightly bent next to the body of water that Janius had gestured to. At first, Janius thought that it was the ogre and they were closer than they thought, but upon reaching the reeds, he found a heavy, clawed inprint in the mud with a smoothness to its right. By the angle of the print, it looked like something sliding on its belly. It wasn't a scent that Janius was particularly familiar with though. The last time he smelled it was only hints on the air when hunting with the pack, and something cooking at Thorn's day of feasting. Janius squatted down and hazarded a guess to Kaleeth. "Crocodile?"

---

When the path finally split, Sabine slowed down to a stop to try and scrutinise each path. It looked as if both had their upsides and downsides, but she didn't get to think about it for long. She heard and smelled Tunxeek at the same time. Her eyes snapped across to find him. He was in pain, but Sabine couldn't see why. Her first instinct was to help him, but she stopped herself for a moment, suspecting a trick. She glanced at the two paths for a moment. What if she wouldn't have time to help? She only had one shot at this trial. If she didn't make it through the paths, she would never reach the ritual and she would never be free of her terrors.

She glanced between the path's and Tunxeek with a pained and worked up expression. If Tunxeek was to die where she could have helped, would that not make it worse? Would Thorantilth even perform the ritual if she had left his son to die? And Tunxeek was a nice person, he didn't deserve to die here, not in the way that he had been afraid of all along.

In defiance to the unfairness of the situation, Sabine screamed, then ran up to Tunxeek tried to pull him by the arms out of the bush. If there was anything holding him, she would deal with it. If he was wounded, then she would try her best and carry him if needed.