Lob was confused, why did the [color=fff79a]That One[/color] Speak to her that way? THey were bad, they were dead, he wasent mad she took his kill, he was mad that they did kill. Those had weapons, they would kill, it was a good fight, it was good deaths. He was just dumb, dumber than Lob.

[b]“Alright Lob, find the pack.”[/b]

All other wonders were gone as he was given an order, he moved from the eyeless to the headless to the limbless, each one had a scent and he was weaving them together, he found places where others had run off but circled the plaza once more before he bayed a fercious howl and took off on all fours, massive bone slung over his back as he began the tracking. 

Now, aside from being a beast, he was still a barbarian. He survived by avoiding the obvious dangers. He kept his senses alert for hiding holes, snares and traps. he tracked by smell but watched and listened for danger, tracking a wounded animal often meant facing a cornered animal with nothing to loose. here were many scents to follow so there was more than one to watch out for. 


He took them north, the smell is easy enough to follow with the woods on either side, he stuck to the brushes
and the lowest of tree branches. Soon he could smell the rotting flesh and meat, offal and gizzards traveled for miles untill the scent of smoke filled his nose, he stopped when he could smell dog and did not bring them any closer. 

Looking around he gathered up a set of bear dung and began to slather his arms and chest with the droppings while looking for more for the others to hide their scent. Looking to the others he began to use tribal sign language of hunters to keep silent while talking in case others did not talk in sign.

[color=007236]"Many and dogs, one long away. [/color]