The 49th of Summer, 512 AV
It had been only two days after Daithi survived an attack from a Zith hunting party, but he was not one to scare easy. That and this time he was not alone. With him were his fellow hunters, the Windhowlers, they were widely known around Endrykas for their ability and cunning when it came to hunting.
It was still very early in the morning, the sun was still low in the sky when they began to leave the traveling city of Endrykas. Daithi and five other hunters knew though that the early bird caught the worm, or in this case the zibri. They rode at a slow pace as they left the city as several of the men had animal companions, mainly hunting cats. They also knew that is was a good idea to save the energy of their striders, you never knew what could happen and may have to get home fast.
Daithi had been hunting with the Windhowlers for a short time but after his fight two days earlier with the Zith they had been showing him more respect. This day he was allowed to lead the hunt and this was a chance he very much wanted to use to show how good he was. He was still a novice, this is why many of the other hunters were well seasoned men, just in case something bad did happen.
After about an hour maybe an hour and a half of a slow trot Daithi spotted some fresh tracks and a bunch of them. It looked as though they had found the tracks of a smallish herd of Zibri, a wooly cattle like creature. As Daithi looked at the signs he determined the direction they were moving, but as he was not the best tracker he could not tell how fast they were moving or how long ago the signs were made.