The scrap of cloth from the Rian was enough for the dogs, my two and two with the look of wolves to them, to set out across the land inhaling the scent of our clan’s Rian. I sat on Justice and watched as the dogs weaved to and fro in the bush, refusing to loose the scent. Happy to have the scent again, I watched as they bounded over the land, happy and free, but with a serious purpose showing on their faces. I decided to follow with the scouts so I dismounted and followed on foot. The further we got from the war party the more deliberate the dogs became, until I heard some sharp “yips” that stopped the dogs still in their tracks. A few more “yips” and they were reversing themselves, heading back to the war party. A scout indicated by sign-language that the band we were looking for was just a stone’s- toss away. He and the other scouts began to fan out while I decided to follow the dogs and apprise Fenian of the dog’s discovery. Blood racing in my head, the time was now---one way or another, this summer’s revenge was about to be meted out!