[Mineal Shade]

Mineal left Ranger Cullyn. Disappearances in a mass fog were not entirely uncommon especially when someone’s mind was set more to keeping a flock together than keeping his bearing. The mosat returned to his room and gathered up his bow and gear before reporting to Stephen. The quartermaster outfitted him with the necessary rations and a small tin for cooking. Departing he crossed through the wilds surrounding the peaceful little village. Despite the summer it was chill next to the mountains.

He padded up to the fallen tree and looked around before Jauron, one of the others of his team arrived. Mineal had not put much thought in to working in a team. He was used to the solitary company of Telath when he traveled and his naturally taciturn nature might be put to the test by this endeavor in command. Mineal nodded to the second Ranger as he brought the rodenti up to speed on the situation. His equipment clinked as he dropped down to all fours and sniffed around the burned remains of the campfire, picking up Ranger Mikells’s scent. Mineal propped back up on his hind legs and regarded Jauron for a moment before pulling his goggles down over eyes. “Head west and track Mickells. We will meet up and continue the mission from there. Take the lead.” The mosat waited for Jauron to have a rough half a dozen step lead before following himself. Jauron’s eyes would be better for tracking and if need be Mineal believed he had enough signature of the missing ranger’s scent to follow if she had come across a need to cover her tracks.

Mineal’s eyes swept the area as they walked. It was an afterthought but it would be more prudent to bring it up than let the thought dawdle and be forgotten. “So you saw no trace of anything unordinary that might have put Mickells to flight. Keep watch for anything out of the ordinary, something that might be following her.”