The other follow behind him, wary for danger.
The Mystic is not familiar with the intensity of the hunt. He is more comfortable buried in books and gazing at stars. A strange, gurgling tension twists his gut. Is he predator or prey here in the wild, he wonders? Despite this, Vozz's mind stays calm, silently calculating arcane formulas as a mantra against the unknown. His studies have unlocked a formidable power and he will not hesitate to unleash it.
The Warrior is impressed with the Druid's command of fieldcraft and tracking. He catches occasional glimpses of the trail that Ronan follows, and is certain that the trail has been lost several times - before it reappears and his respect grows. Tungo strides confidently along with his greataxe balanced over one shoulder, head and eyes gently swaying from side to side scanning for signs of the enemy. He is thirsty for battle.
The Brigand is no stranger to "cat and mouse". He harbors a strong preference for being the former, but is not entirely convinced that recent events have not forced him into the role of the later. What choice does he have? He walks alert and with weapons ready, resolved that he'll always find a way to escape danger. He's always pulled it off before, right?
"We are close" says the Druid as the party slips through a break in the trees.
A small, shallow stream drops about 5 feet and then runs to your right. Across the stream, a jumble of boulders and thick underbrush. Further back (17-18/X-Y) there is 15ft high pile of what appears to be stacked wood.
In sight, separated by the rocks, two Gnollish Scouts. Clad in blue and black kilts, bearing spears and longbows. The closest stands facing the party, a twisted snarl on its face and murder in its eyes. The other seems to be moving away and out around the rocks.
ROLL INITIATIVE!!!