Jesse
Welcome to Hell. 

It's hot. It's muddy. It's muggy. The cicadas are screaming in your ears. The ground is so damp that your boots sink into the earth below. The mosquitoes are latching on to every spare bit of skin you've got. How are your characters coping on the trail?
Melanie
JD is walking, probably silently as per the usual for the time being, next to Dallas. He's doing pretty okay in the mud, just trying to look around and make sure nothing goes unnoticed
Shellie
Florian is not having a good time with all the mosquitoes but is trying not to swat at them constantly so he can stay still and not make Owen's job of carrying him harder than it needs to be. He is clearly nervous, looking around and trying to see if any of the surroundings are familiar.
John
To Owen, Florian is about as light as a feather, and he doesn't mind the younger man's movements on his back. Ever so often, he glances over to JD and Dallas, brows furrowing whenever he does so.
Kathy
If no one would mind, Ruth would be leading the procession, to take the first wave of a threat on herself, if necessary. She knew she wasn't the one who should have been deciphering the notes and the maps, yet she couldn't get the shaky drawings off her mind. At points she would stop to check if everyone was doing fine and if someone needed help or rest. Fortunately, her skin was too thick to be bothered much by mosquitoes, but the various sounds would be slightly agitating to her.
Jo
Dallas is alright with the mud, though he is less enthusiastic about the mosquitoes. He is even less thrilled about how humid it is. His clothes are sticking to him, and he's agitated by the shrill buzzing of cicadas and mosquitoes near his ears. He's sticking close to JD all the while, gun in his grip, because God knows he's seen shit in these woods. He's probably also sticking himself right behind Ruth in the procession if he can help it.
Michael
As the procession made its way through the thick underbrush, all but one missed it: a horse's lead tied 'round the trunk of a slender tree. JD spotted it. He also spotted a set of hoof prints a small way down where the earth had turned from mud to gravel now that they were closer to the falls. The whole party could hear them rumbling from where they walked just inside the tree line. The horse's hoofprint appeared to be running away from the falls. 

Only a hand's width away from it it, nearly unrecognizable were it not for its claws and the fact that JD was intimately familiar with such tracks, was a wolf's print. It was massive - at least two times bigger than that of the horse's. 

Freddie's note had mentioned a horse. *Angel* Was her name. He'd asked that they bring her back. Said that she liked red apples and that the Esteps were fine with her havin' a few free of charge.

Did they dare follow the hoofprints and wolf tracks or continue their trek towards the cave? 

` Please use this chance to discuss how the party will move forward! Splitting up is acceptable *At any time during this quest*, but I will make a separate thread for that action!`
Melanie
JD is trudging along when he notices the prints, both hooves and wolf, as well as the lead. He squints, just to make sure he's seeing what he's seeing. "Hey!" He says, and points them out. 

"Horse tracks. Wolf tracks too." He motions to both. "A lead too. Might help us."
Shellie
Florian would suggest they take the lead with them in case they come across Angel on the way back, but wants to continue to the cave behind the waterfall. He _knows_ Freddie has been there, Angel can wait (even if he fears that she might not have made it) Freddie cannot. Freddie wouldn't have left that lead behind, meaning he must still be in that cave, they had to hurry.
John
"I think we need to keep looking for Freddie, but I agree with Florian on taking the lead in case we find her somewhere."

He doesn't actually believe that Angel is still alive, the mere thought tugging harshly on his heartstrings, but Freddie is more important.
Kathy
Ruth would vouch for staying together and following the original path. Tracking a werewolf would be a needless risk, especially when they had Florian to take care of. In addition, there was a higher chance that Freddie had abandoned his horse rather than suddenly changed his direction.
Jo
Dallas would point out that Freddie was seeking out a werewolf, wasn't he? Who was to say that Freddie even made it to the cave to begin with? But he's also not one for arguing, and Florian was clearly insistent, so he's just set to follow his lead, to a degree. Though, he's gripping his gun a little tighter. Even if he knows the wolf isn't in it's form anymore, he's not about to drop his guard.