“Halt.” He raised his hand to stop the rest of his party.
There was protest from the horses that momentarily filled the clearing.
Ethan, from the rival clan, was with his men, chasing down the princess who had been captured by a gruesome mystical beast.
Ethan sniffed the air, and his nose scrunched up. “Anything, Chief?” his second asked, already scanning the clearing.
“You smell that? Privert...