Dawnlark Plains Switchback

They did their best to clear their own head as they trailed after Mul to the edge of the moraine. Here, he paused to assess. Masquerade noticed he looked a little lost and waited patiently to see what he might do. The scent trail had gone cold, though there were other ways to figure out where the deer had gone.

They spied a pile of dung near where the grass of the plain gave way to more rugged terrain. But the Caru didn’t point it out, waiting to see if Mulherin would discover it—or some other clue—all on his own.