Chapter Eighteen
Around
It snowed during the night. Not a lot, but enough to cause Fortune to stomp his feet irritably. “Trackers hate snow, you know. Makes it damn near impossible to follow anything.”
Mastin looked up from where he was warming his hands over the campfire. “I thought it would make the job easier.”
“It is,” the Mutah hunter acknowledged. “If your quarry walked on top of it afterwards. That’s not the case with us. We’re looking for Atty’s tracks under the stuff. What’s worse, once the stuff melts, the runoff could obliterate a lot of clues.”
top under Yulen looked up at the gray clouds interspersed amid the treetops. “Doesn’t feel like it’s going to snow through the day.”
“Doesn’t to me, either,” Fortune agreed.
“So what do we do?” the Second inquired.
“We go east.”
