Chapter 18
He waved a hand toward the ground, where dozens of scent trails curled and confused in patterns. “This is not the stuff for fresh pack trails. Some trails are really fresh, some laid down days ago; some deliberately confused in order to mislead you. The job is for you to pick and follow the oldest trail.”
I knelt, closing my eyes to concentrate. Then the scents burst upon me-pine, earth, wolf, deer, rabbit, and human. I went through these methodically, then identified and set aside the fresher trails.
“This one,” I said, pointing at a faint trail heading east. “About three days old; the female wolf probably came through quickly.”
June raised an eyebrow. “That's right. But you should have taken longer to figure that out.”
He kept complicating the trails more by laying new on
