timeings a little off but it'll do

“Wow she’s fast” Randy thought to himself as he ran. Smack! “Darn branches- it’s almost as if she’s deliberately doing that.” The next branch swung, clawed his brown leather cloak and snagged it. “I guess monk-ish honor code does not apply out hear.” Randolph slowed down a bit, so that the barrage of braches would cease. “Come back hear you Whelp!” or at least that’s what he meant to say then a mechanical -nch! Cut off his sentence. Randy caught his foot in an old fox trap. Nothing deadly just hinched his way a bit. Now in a hobbling run, still with an unearthed fox trap on his left foot and chain following behind.Looking around with sweat on his face, Randolph was pretty sure that he had lost his pray. A town in the distance and an egged pathway behind Randolph sat in the snow and sighed. “Well, better head back to base camp.” As he began to tug at the metal contraption on his foot. Thick blond hair ‘n’ rosy cheeks from the run with moon light streaming in from over the thick trees. His cloak, with intricate designs near the hems, protecting him from the dry cold and thick boots. Was quite a tranquil little seen and R. would have liked to stay.Meandering back he saw nothing. The fire was dying and the camp in shambles. Randolph gathered his things (and Bills) and was just about to head into a rickshaw of a tent when."I found her," William announced. "Let's go." Will guided them quickly to the entrance of the cave (?) just about 15 feet from the fox trap. Torch in hand along with all their supplies, R. smiled “Want to say hello?”