“Should I assume you found nothing at the sawmill, judging by that proposal of yours?” the leader said, with his usual patience. “Because you’ve been very quiet since you came back.”
The doctor looked at Alexander with a slight smile, perhaps pride, perhaps weariness.
“Well, eight years away from the clan and training only half finished, but you’re still the fastest hare in the field, aren’t you? I’m glad. That means I didn’t teach you badly either,” he commented ironically. He ran a hand through his hair with a weary sigh. “Look, I’m not saying you were wrong, but the original plan no longer works. Circumstances have changed: the cats were at the sawmill for a few days, yes, but they left it at least twenty-four hours ago. They didn’t leave anything behind, just dirty clothes that we br
