The Ambush - Part 2

Oliver looked where Rofus had indicated. The man made a good point. It could simply have been an odd squirrel, or it might have been disturbed by something. The tracks didn't look particularly fresh, given that they were half filled in with snow, but it wasn't as though Oliver could tell that much from that.

He looked around, trying to find a cause for the squirrel's odd movements. Some sort of reason that he could blame it on.

Rofus wandered off. "I think I've got em', Ser," he said, in as excited a voice as a man could do when he was whispering.

The others had recovered enough to join him. Just a little distance away from where the squirrel tracks had been sighted, there was a considerably larger disturbance through the snow. Enough sets of footprints laid over each other that single pairs were hardly distinguishable. Oliver would have guessed at least five people had used that narrow track.