Descending to the forest floor and approaching the stream's bank there were indeed signs of the passing of creatures.  Humanoid, definately but Brigitte did not have the knack for tracking as some of her shield sisters had.  Still the soft mud made it obvious, though she could not be certani they were orc.<br/><br/>They led back upstream, as she suspected.  Looking ahead the stream leads into some of the thicker, darker parts of the woods.  Cursed creatures often stalk near her clan, three were slain since the last full moon in fact.  Still, where the forest encroached closer to the stream up ahead was an invisible barrier.  The clan could not patrol the entire forest, and there was the edge of the patrols.  Beyond not only lie the possible orc camp, but many other dangers as well.  As if to reminder her, a strange, gurgling echo comes low on the wind.  As if some beast were deep underwater and growling.  Perhaps the forest was warning her, or perhaps taunting her, daring her to come forward.