Bailee’s POV
I slip through the darkness, avoiding the warriors on guard, not really wanting to have to explain what I’m doing out here in the middle of the night.
I manage to reach the border without meeting anyone and I step outside, Baila’s ears perking up in my head as she listens for danger.
Following the rough path from earlier, it only takes me ten minutes to reach the clearing, the stench of blood still heavy but the bodies of the dead wolves are gone.
I don’t know whether our warriors buried them or if wild animals took the spoils for food, either way I’m glad that they are not here as I start to move around the area, trying to pick out the scent of whoever helped Travis.
There are four different trails, each one scented with blood, three of them are wolves, most likely Rogue
