Albreda halted, standing atop the rise. Around her, the hills of Galburn"s Ridge stretched on as far as the eye could see, giving her a majestic view. Herdwin arrived to stand beside her.
"Any sign of them?" he asked.
"Not from above," she said, glancing at a circling hawk, "but the wolves are picking up an unusual scent. I suspect that would be a three-horn."
"So we"re close, then?"
"Only in the sense we"re on the right track. The scent of an animal can carry for miles, and wolves can smell things that are undetectable to us. However, given the prevailing winds in this region, it"s safe to assume they are northeast of us. We should adjust our direction accordingly." Her gaze shifted to the Dwarf. "How are the troops holding up?"
"You set a brisk pace, but they"ll not tire."
"We shal
