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.”