He was far too comfortable with the woods. People had tried to come after her before – first before the world started getting strange, and then later, their reasons less clear but their hunting no more skilled. None of them had moved like he did.
His feet fell with no noise. He broke no twigs. He left – when she double back – almost no track at all.
And he was still following her.
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