"They gathered here last night."
Following the tracks for about half an hour, Andre pointed to a clearing in the forest ahead, then gestured in a specific direction.
"When a wolf pack gathers in the middle of the night, it's kind of like humans mobilizing an army or holding a pre-battle meeting. They use intel brought back by their scouts to decide which target to attack."
"Obviously, they ended up choosing this direction, not us."
Andre was truly an experienced wilderness survival expert. He easily pieced together the wolf pack's movements from the night before, relying solely on the jumbled tracks on the ground.
After following the tracks a little further, Lin Chen's nose twitched. He caught a faint, foul, fishy smell.
Not the stench of rot, but the kind of odor that comes from internal organs.
"See? This is the result of their work last night."
