“No. I didn’t know how new blood came into the pack.”
They compared notes, and the hounds that felt different to Benitoe all seemed to be outsiders.
“What about creatures other than hounds?”
“Well, horses, too, of course. Your Mosby’s different from Afanc and Llamrei, as though they aren’t quite the same kind of horses.”
“Right now, as we go alongside these fields, name what you can detect.”
Benitoe said, “Mice, dimly. Hawk. Groundhogs.”
George continued, “Fox, rabbit, something… chipmunk?” He paused. “Man.”
They looked over together and saw someone working in the field.
“It’s all there if you look for it,” Benitoe said.
“We should develop this further, as far as we can, each in his own way.”
They played the game for a while as they rode along.
In the distance, on the left, they
