Chapter 262 Losing Tracks

• “Think we’re getting close?” Bart said. A bit uneasily as he struggled to find further tracks. His gaze roving the ground and his touch brushing along the trees, in the hope of catching a pheromone or the brush of some other creature, over them.
• “I rely on you to decide that. You are, after all, my scout.” I muttered back. Not bothering to try.
• In fact, I was doing my very best to stall this whole charade.