"Chasind are better than those not of the Wilds at moving without trails, to make their way without being seen." Stalkers in particular, let them not have any of them at their backs today to carry word back or to decide they aren't worthy even of that, instead slipping out with blades and worse. "But if they have goods to move..."

Not so easy to take through the thicker undergrowth or the bogs, easy enough to understand that this means something. That there's more than just a path the Chasind use.

"Long has it been since I have ventured--" And whatever else she was going to say is interrupted, neck snapping around fast enough it hurts, pulling tight because whilst most everyone here she knows and would vouch for in terms of their competence in the field, this is the Korcari Wilds. "Were there any deer? Signs of a kill?"

Chasind do have their gods with animal heads.