((Wait a tick, I have Track. o.o))<br/><br/>Hrm.<br/><br/>Ziah cracked her neck and looked around herself swiftly, keeping an eye out for visitors who were any more threatening than birds or squirrels. After a deep breath, the tiefling -- seemingly so comfortable in this wild environment despite her abyssal heritage -- fell into a deep, graceful crouch, caressing her fingers along the drying earth below her. Such a moist, muddy area should have tracks -- if there was anything here to see, she felt it should be easy to see it, and if the kidnappers took this route they shouldn't be able to hide their movements from the fey-raised ranger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>