She whistled for her hounds and had them smell around the camp. Two perked up and their ruffs stood up. "We find them and stop whatever they are doing," she announced as they bolted away. "Either they are causing us grief, or will do so in the immediate future. Aragorn!" The winged horse neighed back and began to fly down among the trees to come for her. Brunhillde hoisted herself into the saddle and pulled out Dragonfang. "It is time to hunt!"