They trotted. The forest began thinning, and suddenly the scrubland was spread out beneath them. Large, woody bushes with scraggly branches jockeyed for space in the foothills of the Crystal Mountains. Seen from above, they nearly blotted out the ground below them. Trees were few and far between. There were enough branches to make seeing through the brush near impossible, yet not so many that actual traversal was difficult. A decent place to hide, if not for the snow on the snow on the ground clearly marking where they’d gone.