*leaves the freezing cold river at last; runs his hands over his weapons and supplies to make sure nothing washed away in the swift current* Everything in place. Good.

*searches the brush for a likely path that the warg might have chosen* Some of the branches are broken here. And oh! A few thread of fabric snagged on this twig. At least Bingo made it across the river and wasn't taken by it. But is he alive???

I wish I were a better tracker. Oh well, no use lamenting at this point. *runs into the Old Forest without even a rustle of leaves betraying his steps*