Einar and Skulda slowly stalk toward the overturned wagon, with Einar in the lead. The berserker creeps forward along the road's edge, ducking behind scrub and foliage as he is able. The older woman watches his movements, shifts invisible and moves to the hiding spot Einar has just vacated, concealing herself in the foliage before she becomes visible again, then watches his movements in preparation of her next advancement.
Agni, Hymir, and Thorgrim keep a slow pace with the two scouts, keeping themselves about 60 feet to the rear, walking the verge of the road to make themselves less obvious, and avoiding the underbrush as best they can. The traveler with the red mark on his eye also seems interested, and trails them a bit.
Before long the two scouts see the overturned wagon, and cautiously move closer. A tingling sense of danger pricks the back of their necks, but the portent appears to be false. No immediate danger becomes apparent, and after a few minutes of slow approach they are able to inspect the scene, and no ambush has presented itself.
The wagon appears to have swerved off the road, into a ditch on the south side. Its right wheels now hang a few feet off the hardpack. It had been heading west, and the horse's corpse is still tied to the wagon's leading tongues. Several arrows are protruding from its side. The blood around its hacked rear glistens slightly, and a probing hand finds that it is tacky to the touch, and the horse's body is still fairly warm to the touch. Whatever attacked this wagon did it earlier today.