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Jessie crouched slightly. “Boot. Print. Sarah nodded. “More than one.” Now they saw it—multiple prints, same direction, fresh. Jessie looked into the trees ahead. “They’re close.” Neither spoke for a moment. The bush didn’t feel empty anymore. “We don’t go straight at them,” Jessie said. Sarah shook her head. “No… but we don’t ignore it either.”