Kaleeth nodded, then answered in a barely audible whisper. "Yes, but..." She began, taking a few steps toward the nearest body of water. She examined the muddy shoreline for a moment before pointing to a disturbance in the mud, which appeared as if something had slid across it. "...it is in the water. Very difficult to find underwater, and dangerous. Even Saxhleel do not fight crocodiles in the water. Need to get them to shore, or surprise it with an arrow."

Standing up, Kaleeth raised her snout in the air to try to catch the scent she detected earlier. With how overwhelming some more mundane scents were, it was very difficult to gauge distance or direction, but she thought there might be an ogre nearby. Perhaps it would be easier to go after a crocodile, but an ogre would provide far more meat, and would be a more challenging kill; certainly a better way to prepare and train her skills. She brought herself lower to the ground, then, with a subtle motion, signaled for Janius to follow. Without a breeze, she couldn't really use his advice, but she drew upon everything the Master-Hunter had been teaching her to move silently, and try to hone in on their prey. Some of the foliage did look like it had been disturbed relatively recently, and as Janius mentioned, there was some evidence in the mud that something had passed by.

As Kaleeth was familiar with the area, she had a suspicion of where their prey might be after they drew closer. They came upon a large hill with a steep cliff on one side, and a cave leading a short distance underground. She had explored the cave as a child, so she knew its layout. Her father, however, had stopped her from visiting it due to the fact that creatures sometimes used it for shelter, which she had a feeling was the case in this situation. She hid in the foliage within sight of the cave, then looked to Janius next to her. "See that cave. Ogres are smart, they like to use them for shelter. What do you think, should we look inside?" She asked. 

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When Sabine grabbed Tunxeek and pulled him out of the bush, he moved easily enough, but when he was out in the open, it revealed a rather gruesome-looking sight. His right leg was terribly bloody, with dozens of cuts and gashes. It looked like something had grabbed a hold of his leg with a mouthful of teeth and would not let go, tearing his flesh to shreds in the process. There was no indication of where the creature was or why it left, but there was no scent of a predator in the area. He looked up to Sabine with tears in his eyes, unable to form words for a few moments until he finally managed to say "help" in a soft, strained voice.