Emberwood we don't need a rat

marston followed easily. colt noted how the boy's posture changed to mirror his own. good thing he'd come to the gang, briggs reckoned. they could use his skills.
he crouched over disturbed earth and clutches of fur. "they had a disagreement, see here, boy?" coyotes, fighting over something dead.
"one went south. the other east." he straightened and looked at the boy. "yew pick, kid." one dead yote would be enough to warn the others.