Cedar rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the answer. It was not at all what he had asked, at least to his estimation.

"[color=7bcdc8]Noo nooo-- Not up 'ere--.. Daown 'ere! Wutcha trackin' fellar! What ya lookin' at! Footprints? Broked sticks an' branches, cmon. Use yer head. Shows me wat yer lookin' at, so's Is can lends a hand. Dayum. Ya thinkin' 'eys wents Eas', or Wes'? I smells people stuffs e'er way.[/color]"

"[color=7bcdc8]I gots 'lot ridin' on gettin' at lil' fellar back ta his pa. Soon'r I does, Soon'r I kin git home.[/color]"