Everything that had happened so far seemed perfectly normal to Bula forests may hold dangers but they were often filled with the wonder of nature itself. The further you were from any towns or villages the less imprint they had on the surrounding landscape.

So every time they came across something that would be beloved by a child the more cemented the condemnation for this man was in Bula's mind. She stared at the toy sword for a moment then  looked off the path a bit. We travel off the path. Ten steps. Keep the path in sight though and follow it. We just don't need to be out in the open. I feel we are close."

At the orders the Orcs left the path and began to move their way through the brush. Travel would be slower going but they would gain more of a element of surprise than if they had stayed on the road. Occasionally they would come across more clues, scraps of clothing, toys, and once what looked like a pillow though they couldn't say for sure. This did nothing to change their attitudes though, they had decided at the village that this beast would be killed.