Though I am not a tracker myself, I look about for footprints as well. But nothing is there, so I very carefully prepare my whip, and start to head out. I don't just wander into the open though, instead stepping between trees, trying to remain in cover despite being aware that the nymph is a nature spirit, possibly able to talk with the trees. Chances are that we are out in the open.<br/><br/>I give a small nod to Lelika - our prey is surely around here somewhere, and there is going to be a battle of the wills.