They rose, gathered and donned their gear in a few economical and practiced movements, drank some water, and started off down the hills. Admiration and affection filled Clay as he watched his partner, who took the lead. Aron loped along in his normal long-legged pace, swift and silent as a wild creature and totally at home in this environment. He seemed to be thus wherever he was, although the wild lands were like his special milieu.