Some of Bitterroot’s anxiety slipped away. This was easy. She was just tailing a few perps. She’d done it dozens of times before. Granted, never through a ruined ghost town in the middle of a blizzard, but still. It amazing how little ponies looked up. She didn’t need to keep them in view at all times, thankfully; wherever the ranger was taking them, she was going dead straight. Bitterroot stayed some distance “sideways” from them, occasionally moving closer to check up on them. They never noticed her.