Soon enough, John and Robert were on the outside of the fence, searching the area indicated in the camera footage. Robert was carrying a Tranquillizer Gun.
"I can smell blood," said Robert. "They're injured."
"Then you best stay back a bit," said John. "No need to scare them."
"I don't have any Capture Tags on me," said Robert. "I'm out for a few months."
"Then consider them a Guest in that case," John said, as he found the blood trail. He started following it, Robert not too far, as the werewolf sniffed the air.
"Most Ferals don't come close to farms, you know," said Robert.
John paused, and knelt. "I don't think that they had a choice." He picked up a bloodied spearhead, with a broken shaft still attached. "Tell me that you brought more than the tranquillizer gun?"
"Got my handgun," Robert said. He then looked ahead, and sniffed. "I think that they are hiding over there." He pointed at a thorny blackberry patch.
"Then stay here, and keep watch," said John. "This doesn't feel right."
He soon stepped into the berry patch, and saw the Feral, hiding behind more cover. "It's alright," he said. "I mean you no harm."
The Feral looked at him, as John looked at them. From what he could tell, the Feral had no Tattoos, meaning that they weren't an Escaped Livestock, Slave, or Pet.
John walked forward. Soon, he could see that he was dealing with an injured.....
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