Duskfire Glacier Withering where some snowman was.

Veteran didn't have to go smell it. He knew whose scent lingered in that spot, other than his own. He had visited the scene of the showdown many times since it had occurred, replaying the event in is mind. 

"That scent is two weeks old," Veteran informed her. The only reason there was any trail left at all was because Veteran had sent the man away with his blood dripping onto the ground. The boy still couldn't believe his luck. 

"He isn't here." He watched the woman's every move, his suspicion increasing tenfold now that he knew she was connected to the trespasser. The wind picked up, threatening an impending weather event, but Veteran remained fixed to his position.