<strong>" Still a tainted mutt, don't know what ya had ta do ta get it and don't wanna neither..." </strong>She grumbled, eyeing the mongrel as it sniffed around, the spikes and thorn protruding from it's fur wasn't something that would easily put the Dwarven woman at ease. Toki wasn't having it either,  the War-hound was alert and kept distance as the beast drew near, ear's perked for the moment that growl was uttered. The large black hound  bared teeth with a soft snarl to let it know there would be a fight the moment it stepped out of line.<br/><br/>Roque had a rough decision as the boys seemed to want to go different ways. It was possible the tracks leading into the Bannorn's Wilds were toward a bandit camp, but if so, the prints toward the river was confusing. The Tracks toward Calenhad had to be survivors and since it was close to dusk, they might be there a while.<br/><strong><br/>" Well, I say we go North East ta da river, d'heir tracks make no sense ta me.  Toki!"</strong>Roque started and pointed down the way of the wilds. The dog only let those grey brown eyes stray for a moment from the blight wolf to follow the gesture. "<strong> Ya oughta go and snoop around. Catch up at da Peak, if ya find sumpthin'." </strong>The dog gave a gruf sound that was something like a growl, but the large hound was eager to find something to do and soon ran off into the wily woodlands.<br/><strong><br/>" Alright boys, we're burning light."</strong>She started, her eyes shifted to the Rivaini man to wonder if she should trust him. There was something off, but it could be that she didn't like him. Yeah, that could be it, but.. Why? Eh, it'll come later, she figured, heading toward the off road trail, following the deep dragging grooves cut into the ground.<br/><br/><em><br/>Roque Heads to the North East Trail Tracks</em>