“Stop.”I nearly walk directly into his back before catching myself at the last second.Barely.“You know,” I mutter, “most people use normal warning systems.”“You were supposed to notice I stopped walking.”“Well unfortunately for both of us, I wasn’t born with natural survival instincts like some people.”“That much is obvious.”Rude.Damon crouches near the ground, brushing aside a layer of wet leaves with one hand.“Tell me what you see.”I stare down at the forest floor.Mud.Leaves.Tiny rocks.More mud.“This feels like a trick question,” I say finally.“It isn’t.”I squint harder at the ground, feeling slightly stupid but choosing to trust the process.“There are... footprints?” I guess.“What kind?”“Human?” I say, going with the first answer off the top of my head.Damon finally looks up at me.Unimpressed.“I’m trying my best,” I mutter, folding my arms.“You’re guessing,” he points out.I scowl.“And you’re annoyingly cryptic.”His attention shifts back toward the ground.
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