Trace lead them blindly through the scrub, pushing through the bushes. Catskill’s mind didn’t know which way they were going. She hadn’t been inside the scrub for this exact reason: it was too easy to get lost. The branches tugged at the blunderbuss at her side, forcing her body to keep yanking it away. Every single collection of bushes looked exactly the same as every other collection. Catskill’s mind wondered if they were even following Amanita and Bitterroot anymore, or if they’d accidentally doubled back on themselves somehow.