“We've been here before," snapped Number 1, her lips pulling back in a snarl as she circled the clearing. “I thought you said you had the scent?"
Number 2 cringed at her vicious tone, his eyes darting around the foggy marsh land with distaste. He swatted at a giant mosquito. “I warned you, this swamp has too much magical life, it's easy to cover tracks."
“We're falling behind. This is unacceptable."
Number 2 brushed the spiderwebs off his suit jacket. “Give me a minute, I can't concentrate on tracking with you constantly complaining."
Before Number 2 could take another step, Number 1 slammed him into the trunk of a rotting tree, her sharp claws closing around his neck, “Do you have a death wish?"
He shoved her back, hissing.
They were both on edge, having not once stopped to eat or
