"I'm quick on my feet, so I think I should take the lead." He smiled lopsidedly in a genial way.
This elicited a quick, amused snort from Kate. Then Cyrus offered a possible solution, and her face returned to neutral.
"There are a lot of creatures with big feet. I'd advise the utmost caution until we can find a footprint and try to identify what we're dealing with.”
"Since we're so close to the Jagged Edge," the Venator said "my guess is that it's some kind of Chaos Race spawn, maybe an ogre or chaos beast. But if we're really unlucky, maybe it’s a rogue troll: I've heard old stories about how they love mutton, but it could be nothing but stories."
"Any of which is enough to be trouble. Or maybe something else entirely."
Kate shrugged apathetically. “Never seen any of ‘em, not really my expertise. Just tell me where to shoot it if it decides to sample human next.”
He turned to Kate.
"How's your dog at following a scent? We might be able to pick something up at the footprints."
Bullseye had returned to Kate’s side, and the Inquisitor patted his head. “He’s decent. More used to finding wounded game or something that I’ve got a scent sample for, but I doubt something gigantic will be hard to miss, anyway.”
As it turned out, the footprints were nearly impossible to overlook. After a bit of math, Crestwell could reasonably infer that whatever made these impressions was easily the size of a two-story building, perhaps bigger. There were no toe marks, though, implying that the creature was wearing some sort of covering over its feet.
Keva frowned at this development. “So not a full giant, that’s a relief. But whatever it is sure won’t be easy to deal with, especially if it’s intelligent enough to make shoes, of all things.”
This brought a resolute scowl to Kate’s face, and she snapped her fingers to spur Bullseye on the trail.
The prints led further east, not that any member of the party could lose track of them. Whatever was leaving them probably could not hide even if it wanted to. Bullseye kept sniffing in and around the footprints, pointing his snout in the obvious direction to the annoyance or amusement of mistress’ companions.
After more than an hour of walking and tracking, they came across another set of pastures. These, however, were enclosed with fences of wooden posts and beams fashioned from branches. Normally this would not be particularly remarkable, except for the fact that the posts were roughly the width of young adult trees. Actually, closer inspection seemed to imply that was exactly what the posts were, before something gigantic had cut them into a more manageable length.
Fortunately, the crossbeams were not too high to clamber over. Crestwell would need a bit of help, though, as would Bullseye. Kate leaped up and scrambled over the fence with only minor issues, plopping down on the other side before turning back and bowing comically at her teammates. “Nice and stable, I’d climb it again for fun. Almost makes me think this giant of ours is keeping his own sheep over here.”
Reaching a hand through a gap between the beams, the Inquisitor beckoned. “If someone’d help poor Cresty up, I can ease him down from here. Same for my dog, too.”
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