Bitterroot wiggled a few of the hairs from the rock. They still looked intact. “Trace, any chance you can make a tracking spell from these? If Amanita moved the body, maybe we can use the body to track her.” She’d heard stories about unicorns forming such spells from a bit of blood or hair of the pony they wanted to track. Something about the body part’s intrinsic connection to its source or some weird mumbo-jumbo.