I hung up and stopped beside Damas. The forest here was much darker, even though it didn’t appear any denser, and blue sky was visible through the pines and firs towering over us. The sensation of mist l*****g at my skin hadn’t diminished. If anything it was stronger.
Did you lose the trail?
No. Damas pointed his nose toward large sasquatch footprints. The trail disappeared between one step and the next, but he didn’t seem puzzled. They went into a sanctuary, I believe. There may be traps inside, so I waited for you.
A sanctuary?
The forest ahead appeared no different from the forest behind, at least to my eyes. A raven squawked from a branch, and a squirrel ran across the pine-needle-strewn ground. I did have the sense that I didn’t want to keep going forward, that I should look elsew
