The ground sloped gently downhill as Ash and Ryke made their way Westwards, the scrub trees and brush thicker in small areas, was easy to move through, and maintain a steady direction. After almost an hour, the two were able to learn a few more things bout their foes. The halfhorses could move much faster than the rest, and there were two of them. There were also ten of them total, though it took about four miles of tracking to figure out that two of them, would stop and move on all fours for hundreds of yards at a time.

In no time it seemed, the traveling youths had made their way down the trail from the High Pastures back to Ramhorn Ridge. Smoke rose from chimneys in each of the scattered farmhouses, bearing the smell of the various meals being prepared to the odd group of youths and sheep that made their way downhill.

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