MH Thaung<p>Finally, the hunter stood up and pointed with confidence. "That way. About two miles."</p><p>"Wow." The boy peered at the scuffed ground. "Is it the depth of the prints? His scent on the air?"</p><p>"Eh?"</p><p>"What signs <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/indicate" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>indicate</span></a> where he went?"</p><p>"What? Hang on." Scowling, the oldster removed an earbud and listened to the question again. "You young 'uns. No idea what's what. I dropped a tracker into his pocket earlier."</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a></p>