There was a half-smile from Harriet at Meesei's plan. "Good. This is the first good scent of him I've had since his tracks faded," Harriet said, looking ahead, "The bastard must be using some kind of magic to hide his tracks as well as he is. No wonder we've had so much trouble trackin' them down in the past."

Trusting in Meesei's direction, the warband followed along. Harriet was quiet and kept her eyes and ears open, but without a trail to follow, she was mostly following Meesei as well.

While they marched, the mood of those marching loosened up. They kept pace, but Janius was beginning to converse with one of Oswall's alphas and swapped stories of their hunting experiences. Other small conversations came up between the different clan members to keep them occupied as they went. Their hunt was becoming less focussed without anything in particular for them to do.

After another couple of hours of keeping pace, Oswall jogged up beside Meesei and tried to get a better look ahead. He had his eyes squinted, though it wasn't clear whether it was just the white snow or a suspicious look. The tightness of his lips behind his facial hair brought weight to the latter. "Champion, this way seems familiar. I have a feeling..." he trailed off as he thought to himself.

"...I know exactly where he's heading." Harriet remarked with a serious face as they began to crest a hill. The pointed spires of the temple were visible first ahead of them. With timing aligned with the rest of the walls and buildings being revealed down the ridge several kilometres ahead of them, Harriet slowed to a halt and reminded them all of the name behind the yellow banners that were suspended among the grey and white. "Bruma."

Oswall raised a fist at everyone behind, motioning for them to halt before they could be spotted by the lookout guards on the walls. Curious, Fendros looked over the hill as well and his shoulders slumped slightly. "I suspected as much," he said, for what it was worth.

Indeed, according to Meesei's ring, Galsek's presence was inside the walls.

"What should we do?" Fendros asked the leaders, "Are some of us going in, or should we camp out and see if he moves on?"

Oswall regarded Fendros for a short moment, but faced Meesei with a response, "If we make camp, we should pull back a distance. We don't want patrols mistaking the likes of us for a bandit gang." He looked to the warband behind him, "We're too large to be your run-of-the-mill hunting party, after all."