Drake
The scout never knew I was there.
Most people imagined tracking as following footprints or reading broken branches. They imagined it as a skill focused on finding things. The reality was that tracking had far more to do with attention. Specifically, understanding where someone’s attention was and, more importantly, where it wasn’t.
This man’s attention was downhill.
Every few seconds his gaze swept across the settlement approaches below him. He checked the tree line. The ridges. The obvious routes an attacking force would use. He was alert enough to take his job seriously and complacent enough to believe danger would arrive from the direction he’d been taught to watch.
It wouldn’t.
Beside me, I could practically feel the group focusing on him. Kael had finally shaken himself ou
