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"A little," she admited. Then paused. "A lot." Sighing, she turned away, to follow Amaroq and Hrorik, Hoping Ranu would drop the subject. Nonnahas well admired the strong sense of smell that wolf has. She liked wolves. There sound, additude, size, bravery, wepons, streangth, way of life, everything. Just pure power, she admired silently in her mind.

[Especially if I make my infamous horse noise. xd ]

Ranu held a hand to meet his loyal friend and companion, fussing his ear as the horse gave a soft whinny. Ranu looked at the horses leg and his eyes narrowed at the soft cutting out of his fur. He ignored Nonnahas' comments totally.

{good luck with that}

She hoped on her buckskin stallion, and looked on at Ranu exactly three seconds, then rushed off after The wolf and his rider. Ignorence is bliss, She commented silently.

As Amaroq raced in and out of the trees following the irregular trail of the elf woman. It was as if the poor elf had faded into unconsciousness and the horse had started making its own way through the forest. "It t'would seem that the lady elf fainted and the horse took over from there. Hmm...I think we might find where she stopped," Hrorik said thoughtfully.

Then, while running, Amaroq howled and immediately began to quicken his pace and turned to the right. "He's found a fresh trail that crosses the old one. That means she is conscious. At least for now that is."

Knowing Ranu's emotion, she for once kept silent. Her friend had not been friendly, like he once was, and Amara was sadend by the thought. Following the sharp turn, Her horse elegantly prance the tight corner with ease.

Elrothiel knew the exact moment they entered the bushes. Humans were not quiet travellers and the wold they had with them left even more signs of its passing to anyone who was accustomed to the sounds of a forest. The fact that the wolf was still managing to track her was a nuisance but nothing she couldn't handle. She debated confronting the humans, but decided it was foolhardy, instead continuing through the trees unhurriedly. It would take the humans, especially with the wolf, as long to get through as it would take her, even injured. She whispered encouragement to Sol, following the signs of richer plant life and subtle sound of dripping to leave her to the river. It was far from full with only a slow current, but it should be enough to confuse the scent. Leading Sol carefully into the middle of it, she commanded him to stay in elvish before going back to cover the subtle tracks that showed where the horse had passed before returning to Sol. Deciding she wasn't going to bother fighting the current, she led him downstream, shivering as the cold seeped into her clothes up to the knees.

She smiled at the wonders of natures handiwork, but had trouble with her own horse. Hopping off in a gentle glide, she soothed and encouraged the normally-brave horse through the tough terrain of the bushe's wrath. Finniialy, the horse gave up and walked through, then while still following the wolf, she hoped up on the horse yet again.