Theron and Laelapes find themselves deep in one of the thicker wooded areas in the mountains. The journey to get this far hadn't been a stroll in the park and even though they seemed to be near where Bran had told them to be, they didn't see any sign of the attack. The forest was alive with the sounds of life, nothing seemed amiss.
Theron naturally ducked low at the sound of the whistling, dropping into the practiced stance of a sneak thief. He looked out towards the source of the whistling and rustling, filtering out the colour and texture in favour of a better grasp of heat sources.
If Streep was able to see the man and relay the information to the boy, Laelaps looked towards Theron and pointed towards the man. He held up three fingers and put the first one down after a second had passed.