“I’m not sure,” said Trace. “There’s another set of hooves here, see.” She pointed to a trail coming towards them along the ridge. “Observe the bulbs, they’re much closer together. And that little dip right there, in the sole? This new mare’s got herself a pretty set of calluses. A mountain climber, I presume.” Bitterroot could, with some difficulty, see the features Trace was talking about, but only once they were pointed out. Trace’s light grew a bit brighter and she paced around the few feet of cliff. “No signs of a struggle, but I doubt this was a scheduled meeting… Do you know of any allies Amanita had? Any friends in the area?”