Rowan suppressed a shiver as she came to the command tent, or rather to its remains. She crouched, pulling away a charred piece of canvas to reveal the burnt remnants of the furniture inside. She was no tracker, but even she could tell that they were a few days late at the least. The fires had stopped smoldering, the blood had long since dried. She knew what it added up to, but, even if she hadn’t, the unit’s hunters had confirmed it. Every hour that passed dimmed their chances of pick. . .

Rowan suppressed a shiver as she came to the command tent, or rather to its remains. She crouched, pulling away a charred piece of canvas to reveal the burnt remnants of the furniture inside. She was no tracker, but even she could tell that they were a few days late at the least. The fires had stopped smoldering, the blood had long since dried. She knew what it added up to, but, even if she hadn’t, the unit’s hunters had confirmed it. Every hour that passed dimmed their chances of pick. . .