[She limps a bit closer to the center of the path to get a better look, trying to find any imprints in the dirt or tell-tale tears in the foliage. When she does finally spot a footprint, she carefully crouches down with her weight on her good leg to touch it and see how recent it might have been— but her mind goes blank at the answer, as well as what direction it might be leading in.
The latter seems especially strange, given how objective such things are supposed to be.]
... something weird is going on here.
[It doesn't quite make sense to her yet, but the pieces are slowly falling into place.]
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The latter seems especially strange, given how objective such things are supposed to be.]
... something weird is going on here.
[It doesn't quite make sense to her yet, but the pieces are slowly falling into place.]