Michael ran a hand through the flyaway strands of fiery hair that had escaped his leather tie. “What is it then?”
Andromeda looked to Erro and then at the ground where a jumble of horse hooves, boot prints, and wheel ruts marked the dirt. “It’s a scent he’s very familiar with.”
Erro put a hand on Aquila’s neck to push himself up straighter.
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