Makanian yawned massively, shaking his head as he stretched his arms up, the scales around his wrists flashing in the sunlight as he moved sedately down the road, the crossbow bouncing on his hip.  Across his wrists and the back of his hands, a flickering, deep blue glowing mist seemed to twine and dance, as well as around his feet.  He was hunting, not just for something to alleviate his boredom, but also for his dinner.  He had trail rations, yes, but fresh meat was good once in a while.  Not to mention that group of adventurers had gone this way only the day before.<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment, his eyes lighting on a strange lump not far from him.  "What the..."  He moved over slowly, his eyes examining the thing carefully, shaking his head at the mess it seemed to be in.  "Huh.  Looks like there's fun to be had here after all, and they're still alive," he murmured, and glanced back in the direction of the village, his home.  "Good good good.  Well, on we go."<br/><br/>He moved in a crouch, his eyes on the ground, skillfully picking out the various tracks and signs, shaking his head.  "Dear gods.  Mielikki, what have these fools gotten into," he said, eyes following the tracks along in front of him.  His hand moved down, unhooking the crossbow and settling it across one knee, slipping one cartridge into the weapon as he hefted it.<br/><br/>(((Natural 20 on Survival, total of 28, to follow the tracks they HAD to have left, since Mister Olard there is how big?  Hehe.  Move action to ready the crossbow and load up a clip of bolts.)))