> As he watches them, one raises it's head and Kelly sees that it
> has one long, sharp looking, horn. It snorts, causing the other
> to look up, and with a toss of their heads they turn to retreat
> back into the forest. As they bound off, Kelly sees their brown
> hides are marked with bright silver and white streaks and their
> manes are also white, or silver, and fly around them as they trot
> away.

Kelly takes a couple of still pictures of the retreating animals. He 
consults his map, again, to see how far his chosen camping area is. 
"Damn." he mutters softly. It's been too long, old man, he thinks. 
Reaching to his belt, he slips the camera back into its holder, drinks 
from his water bottle, then resumes the hike to the campsite.

JR