Tehr nodded.  She had a good grasp of hunting, he wasn't surprised of course.  He'd learned not to be surprised by the woman's skills when they surfaced.  "I was thinking something along the same lines.  While I'm certainly no expert tracker, I thought that the stream would be a good place to start.  We might find prints in the wet ground near there.  If our luck holds out, we might be able to follow the tracks."<br/><br/>Tehr kicked his horse into motion, the words to his mage armor spell on his mind and ready to be cast if needed.  He would try not to panic though, he'd been raised as a noble, but out in the country.  He wasn't a shrinking violet who couldn't stand a little wilderness.   No the ir'Wynt boys were raised by Lord Greyson to hunt and work the land if needed.  Not that Tehr had EVER enjoyed those tasks.   No, Tehr had always preferred a warm fire and a thick book to a stallion and a hunting horn.  But as he pushed his horse through the forest, he was glad his father had made him learn the very most basic of skills at the least.<br/><br/>"Eyes and ears peeled," he whispered as the sounds of the stream came to his ears.