[There were a dozen individuals in all, most on horseback though a few loped along beside the horses, keeping up easily. There were just as many hounds, big black creatures At the head of the group was a short man with stark white hair. Antlers sprouted from his forehead, while his legs ended in white fur and cloven hooves. An owl rested on one of his leather gloves, while a wolf who had been sniffing around the clearing ran back to him, whining. He looked around, narrowing his eyes.]

We lost the trail, lads. Two of ye go scout around, see if ye can find any signs. Rest of ye, let's get the horses cooled down an' watered while we wait.

[The owl took off from his leather glove and landed near to their observer. It watched him silently with eyes that were far too intelligent for a mere bird.]