[ It doesn't take long to get to the spot Gabriel had talked about before. The ground gets increasingly muddy in this bit of forest, and there's a little pond not too far. Gabriel's gotten a lot less chatty, and right now just gives Lilly a quiet 'hey' to get her attention. He gestures at a muddy patch on a nearby tree trunk.
He whispers: ] Boars do this to rub mud on themselves, so one's nearby. Look for prints.
[ As he continues on, he's moving far more quietly, careful not to disturb much of the foliage. ]
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He whispers: ] Boars do this to rub mud on themselves, so one's nearby. Look for prints.
[ As he continues on, he's moving far more quietly, careful not to disturb much of the foliage. ]