Rain beat against the leaves, the constant patter of the drops was constant. If Bear wasn't so intent on his tracking he would have stopped and just listened. He loved the woods, especially in the rain. It was misty and even when the rain let up the moist air clung to Bear's clothes and shaggy hair.

A giant, silent shadow, Bear stalked through the trees. He had found several promising tracks. The tracks were definitely a bander and fit the size and weight of Quinn. It appeared that Bear's loyal friend had been stalking their favorite game trails searching for the hunter. Sadly the trail was cold, Quinn hadn't been through here in days and the tracks led deeper and deeper into the forest.

Bear had a definite apprehension about the deep woods after his encounter with the Vradire. He most definitely did not want to push his incredible luck by trespassing on it again. Quinn was all he had left however, and he would track him straight into hatcher territory if he had to.