<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Brian-taylor-gunslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Jesse, the Summoned Dark.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The usual.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The RV camp and out into the woods.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Standing down.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Unknown stranger.<br/><hr/><br/>"It's not a damn dog. Lookin' like and bein' are two different things." Jesse snapped testily. He had not wanted to be followed and was not especially pleased to have a companion, even if she was obviously not just a regular Jane off of the street.<br/><br/>He could see what the paw prints were trying to do, the thing that looked like a dog had looped round back and forth over its trail, trying to throw them off, but most of the trails didn't make sense in his opinion. One lead back down a path towards the RV Park, another towards town. The thing was clearly trying to move away from people not towards them. Which left the third trail and the only one that seemed to make sense given what he'd seen with his own eyes. The fact that it had even tried a move like this spoke to an intelligence that no dog had ever possessed and made him even more sure that what was ahead of him was no dog.<br/><br/>"This way. Seems like it wants to avoid places with lots of people, especially folks with badges and guns. Only trail that makes sense is this one."<br/>He pointed to the trail that lead up the slope and up the hill. The thing had wasted time making these trails and that was a mistake that might cost it dear.<br/><br/>"Seems like six rounds from a big iron should sort this problem out and then we can ask questions." He said and laughed to himself.<br/><br/>He set out up the trail he'd selected and sure enough it did not come to a dead end, but lead on up the slope through the trees until it reached a clearing with a sheer cliff face. The trail split off to the left and right and at the edge of the wood were the ruins of some building and a plaque for walkers and tourists that seemed to be the reason for the path to come up here at all. Jesse paused and looked around his eyes narrowed. There was an odd feeling in the air.<br/><br/>"I don't like it." He muttered to himself, flicking his coat back, hand hovering over the revolver at his hip as he glanced sharply this way and that, listening intently for any sound, hunting for any trace of movement.