Lion Head Mesa starlight parade

They moved in what seemed to be the path of the trickiest maze. This way. Then that way. Then back again. And yet still, Thutmose said nothing, finding it better to let the child find her own way.

Then when her voice rung again, he snapped back to attention. Did she have a scent, truly, or was this just a way to make it seem as though she knew what she was doing?

He wouldn't scorn her efforts, but sooner than later, they had to come across something. Whether she found it, or it found them.