Golden stood still and listened to the wind like the Hunter. It was so odd... and then his ears fovused in on another sound. The squishing of mud, the rustling of bushes. His head snapped around to attention, and his ears scanned in every direction. Listening, surprisingly, was the section he had scored highest in for his training. He slowly turned his head and looked into the fog. "We've got company," he whispered to the Hunter.