Leaving the creek behind, you enter the woods. Unfortunately, the ground soon gives way to mud. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever encountered. Not entirely wet, not entirely frozen, it hides deep pockets of ooze that threaten to suck the boots off your feet. It’s utterly miserable and exhausting. Suddenly, Halpra lifts a hand to stop, then points. Imprinted in the mud are fresh fox tracks.
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Roth examines the area closely, then explains that the fox is circling, trying to pinpoint your location. “The shifting wind is carrying our scent and confusing it right now, but that’s all we have going for us. We need to get out of this territory. We need to cross the snow field.”
Halpra sighs, her face drawn and worn. “Won’t that make us more exposed to an attack?”
Roth shrugs “’I’d rather see my enemy coming from afar in a field. Here, the fox could be hiding behind any tree. True, we can hide too, but it's not a game I feel like playing right now, do you?”
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