Sawtooth Spire wild kids

caracal was looking at her now. he walked behind for a time and heda felt his eyes. she wasn't so aware as to know what his mind was exactly on, but she felt some awareness of a difference in the way she was being studied. 
grateful when he came to her side again, heda chuffed. "well, you're in luck, cuz look." she showed him the flat-foot tracks of a single goose. "its wing is dragging on the ground," she observed, gesturing to the long marks left by the flight feathers. "probably broken."
it had gone left, under a stand of pines. she looked at caracal and then slunk beneath the needled branches.