Who is in my woods?
The smoke had been rising for some time, and never stayed in the same place for long. Working through the woods, Allen approached the camp slowly, watching for traps and snares. These 'campers' hadn't done well to hide there activities in the surrounding areas around their camp. Allen knew he should've told someone he was going out but he didn't want any tag-a-longs.
Settling down behind a large bush about 100 feet from the camp, he began to listen to the talk of the group. Talk of life stock and trades drifted his way, Allen's brow raised in confusion. This group was traveling rather light to be traders and no livestock were in view anywhere around the camp.
'maybe they plan on stealing it Allen's inner voice always spoke the worse, which prompted him to make sure he had remember to bring his rifle with him. He decided to keep listening before an action would be taken.