Cuwath crept forward, prowling through the low foliage like mountain lion stalking its prey, using the shadows and the night to their fullest. Melding in with the surroundings, he edged to the nearest tree, from which he had a clear view of the northerner who was examining the old campsite Cuwath´s men used just a couple of days ago.
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