Bitterroot tried to walk with a new spring in her step, but once she got over finding the trail again, it was hard to deny that there was still tension between Trace and Artemis. On Trace’s side, at least; Artemis walked like she was the boss, while Trace’s ears were back a little more than usual and she was flicking her tail a lot. She’d broken up their fight after the bear, so Bitterroot decided there was no harm in pushing her role as mediator a little further. She cleared her throat. “You know, I bet Trace would appreciate an apology,” Bitterroot muttered. Am I seriously doing this? This is what you say to kindergarteners.