Following the two (four if you count their mounts), Tamsin remembers exactly which way they are going through the forest. It is a path she has gone on many times, out of Fortwoode, leading directly to the village.

Estonja tucks the bag of powder into her belt, then sets off after her horse. Her pace isn't as frantic, but she does not let Stands In Thunder out of her sight.

Tamsin realizes where she is. "Eva, this is impossible... but we're HOME!" she says, her voice quivering as her mount gallops through the trees.

Eva veers a sharp turn, cutting her own path. She knows Tamsin's mind and intends to catch up with the younger Riders... and cut them off.

Tamsin stays low against her mount and takes Odin's blanket from her bone-saddle. She wraps her face with it to conceal her features, letting Eva carry her on this shortcut to the trail back to Fortis.

Moreth finishes up with the gun, his workmanship lying on the ground, still warm.

"Oooher" he awes.
Then he looks around


"Hey.. Where'd everybody go?" He asks Crake, slightly confused.

RTC follows the alts, keeping silent and to the shadows.

TLP thinks about taking a nap.

Raziel rides on and decides to keep the act that she is a harmless, non magical gypsy. She follows Tamsin adding things to her look to make her seem more...from another part of the woods rather then a completely different realm. She adds big loopy earings and a silver bangle around one ankle, she gets rid of her shoes and so on and so forth.
Her eyes never leave Tamsin's back and when she sees Tamsin cover her features she stops using her magic.

Looking around, Crake replies,
"Erm, I don't know. Should be easy to follw them though. And thanks for the gun chummer. This should come in handy eventually."

As Crake starts to take off his hat and coat he explains to Moreth, "Here put these on. I don't know how well alt-Tamsin will react to a talking rabbit," before handing them to the lagomorph.

After that Crake puts his somatic senses to work and starts sniffing the air for Tamsin and Eva's scents. Once he finds them, Crake starts to follow them, and telling Moreth to follow him.

AltTamsin and Yasmin pick up their speed, weaving through the trees in what seems a haphazard manner, but Tamsin recognizes it as an old tactic designed to shrug off any pursuers and to deter them from reaching the village. Only she would have any chance of keeping at their heels, and she would have to move fast to do it; anyone else attempting to follow them would quickly be left behind or be utterly lost.

Crake bends low over the ground to try to pick up the scent of alt-Tamsin and alt-Eva, because that is who the others seem to be following. No matter how twisted a pattern they weave, they can't get rid of their scent.

Tamsin picks up speed as well... though she and Eva know the way to Fortis even if they couldn't. Still, she refuses to lose them.

Eva provides the speed. Though her younger self is younger, she is quite capable of keeping up. Instinctively, she launches into the same weaving pattern as the tangeable appritions she is following.

One of the advantages of the weaving pattern is that by effectively spreading their scent everywhere, crossing and double-crossing on their path.

Crake can sense that they've been practically all over this stretch of the woods; their scent is everywhere. However, it is difficult, nigh impossible, to pinpoint their current location by their smell.

Raziel pulls the reins and stops. She stands with a little bit of jingling on the horses back and looks around trying to spot Tamsin and Eva and the ones they were following. She gives up after a while and shuffles down off of the horse, and leans aganst a tree waiting for Crake Moreth RTC TLP Estonja and Shas to catch up. She sighs and looks at her hand again.

"Damn stone..."

She grabs a rock and attempts smashing it against her now stone hand

Crake does findtheir scent, but to his dismay it is too hard to pinpoint them by scent. He yells,
"Damn it! Somebody actually figured out a way to get past it! C'mon Moreth, I'm going to try to find Estonja and Raziel. Those horses they are on should be easier to track than those wolf riders!"

And with that Crake starts to sniff the air, looking for the smell of horses.

Moreth, jogs up behind Crake and gives a grin, looking quite shady and odd in the overly large coat and hat. He gives a chuckle and bounds along with Crake.
"Fasion statement of the YEAR baby!" He chortles, keeping behind the Sniffer.
"Y'find 'em?"