Kathe crouched low against the sprawling hills of the Freljordian tundra. It had been some time since she had been this far north, and she had almost grown too used to the calming embrace of the great fir and pine trees of the Avarosan forests. Her hunts rarely brought her out onto the open plains anymore, what with the war escalating with each passing week. It was becoming too dangerous to venture much farther than the treeline. Now, however, she had a job to do.
Her fingers brushed the snow beneath her, settling into a soft impression of a footprint. She had been lucky to track them this far, what with the winds blowing the falling snow over her quarry’s trail. It was a relief to see that it wasn’t all lost.
After a few moments of studying, she let out a soft whistle. A bird arced from the sky above her, and she held out her arm for it to perch on. A few whispered commands later, and it was off in the direction of the trail, its keen eyes searching for anything out of place. Satisfied that the animal would alert her to any anomalies, she turned back and began retracing her path.
Her camp was not far, and her companions would no doubt want an update from their scout.
“King Tryndamere.” She spoke as she approached the massive man, bowing her head slightly as she placed a fist over her heart “Our target has just crossed onto the open tundra. He doesn’t appear to know we’re following him yet, so we may be able to catch up with him soon. His prints are still fresh.”
Tracking Winter’s Claw scouts was tricky, but she supposed that was why the King has asked for her aid. Humans and animals shared many of the same traits when fleeing from their predators. You just had to be able to see what they left behind.
