Fendros had expected there to be a trap. Like any good trap, it came out of nowhere. Fire, frost, arrows, ropes, rolling logs, none of it was quite as terrifying as what it wrought; a seven-strong pack of werewolves in such a position of hopelessness. It was almost too much to bear, but he tried his best not to let it bother him. Hearing words exchanged beside him, Fendros took note that even Ahnasha could not stand the sight of it. Fendros put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her and silently prayed that the hunters didn't have a similar gambit while they would follow them. Janius glared on silently, not giving away whether he was angered or calculating, likely both. Runt was the same as ever.

"We're in their territory now, everyone keep an eye out for traps." Janius reminded them almost needlessly.

"I can hardly make the hunters out against that light," Fendros said, "how many of them are there?"

With the ambush quickly over, Fendros observed the hunters begin to collect their arrows and haul the corpses back, tying their arms and legs to wooden poles as if they were deer. Judging by the shapes of their weapons, it looked like they used crossbows predominantly. [i]Must be faster to aim and fire than a bow and arrow,[/i] Fendros thought, [i]I'd bet the arrowheads are silver as well[/i]. When the hunting party had packed up and started moving out, the pack crept behind them to follow. Fendros kept his eyes in as many places as he could as they progressed, but predominantly on the ground for tripwires, pressure plates, magic runes and other traps. The scent they got from the ambush sight was distinct to track the hunters, but as they progressed it got weaker, as if it was being masked by the scent of the flora around them. If they weren't already looking for the hunters, they would likely have not been able to even notice their smell had they come across their trail by coincidence. "Water and crushed plants," Runt explained quietly, "they are pouring it over their tracks."