Scouting the Caravan - Day Eight, Noon
The pair packs up their bedroll, and move on. The morning wears on, with the only thing of interest being a steppe tiger stalking a herd of ruumet breehr. At Louis' suggestion, they give the vignette a wide berth, diverting to the south to avoid them.
By noon, they have turned back to the northwest, where they once again cut the caravan's trail. The sign is faint on the rocky ground, but Louis spots it readily. She stands beside a tall rock, looking out over a broad, shallow valley. There is no sign of man or beast, only the constant Martian wind.