As Trace and Artemis kept discussing the bear and magic, Bitterroot followed her nose through trial and error. Another smell soon overpowered the gunsmoke and it wasn’t long before she found several smaller blood splatters on the rocks, particularly on a pointy, upward-facing one. Not too far away, a pool of blood was almost dry. Smears indicated whatever body had been there had been moved. None of it looked like the bear’s and the smear didn’t lead back to Trace and Artemis, where the bear had probably died. Examining the rock more closely, Bitterroot found a few violet hairs caught in cracks on the pointy rock. She looked up. They weren’t far from the cliff; had the fallen pony landed here?