Zoe Johnson - Chartreux<br/>Danny Buckly - Steppe Mammoth<br/><br/>After finding the blood, Danny and Zoe did their best to follow the trail as fast as they could. Sadly it was taking more time then either would have liked. Zoe’s injuries naturally made going hard and despite his best effort, what strength Danny had possessed was quickly draining. His adrenaline running on fumes and he was starting to feel feel thirsty.  There was some good news though, along with Bobbie’s tracks and the blood, they had also come across more clear signs of the other person. Danny didn’t say, not wanting to break Zoe’s hope, but they seemed to be those of a women.<br/><br/>Just as he thought they might need to stop and rest, Danny heard it. The sound of a waterfall. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Thank goodness for that</span>” he thought<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">. They made in that direction, but despite their eagerness, the forest terrain slowed them down even further.</span><br/><br/>Realising it would be getting dark soon, Danny decided they needed to speed things up a bit. If not with their feet, then their voices. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">Let’s call out a bit. See if we can’t get there attention</span>.” He said to Zoe. She nodded  in agreement, then without any prompting called out “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">MICHAEL, BOBBIE!</span>” Danny joined in and soon both their voices echoed through the forest.<br/><br/>[Writenex; Open for interaction]