They left on foot. No horses.
For normal hunting, taking a horse was actually good because after you were done, it would be easier to carry whatever animal you killed and save you the strength of walking back to Percvale after exhausting yourself.
But the forest was unpredictable, and Darion had learned that lesson the hard way. A horse could get spooked. A horse could make noise. A horse could step into a hole and break a leg, leaving you stranded in the middle of nowhere with an injured animal to deal with.
And the forest might be too dense sometimes that carrying a horse with you was more of a liability than a good thing.
The deeper sections were thick with underbrush and low-hanging branches, the kind of terrain that forced you to dismount and lead the animal anyway.
