Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

To the right she went, and he followed only to veer off towards the left to better cast a net, to potentially funnel what could be spooked into motion. His attention was rapt, focused solely on the task at hand; he caught glimpses of Atlas through the faint, leafless growth.

Somewhere ahead laid the herd, but he still did not yet catch snippets of them.

But that was the mastery of such prey—to be invisible when much of the world was predatory. To an extent they too shared this, but in the depths of a winter and its strong grasp, they would be seen. It was only a question of when.