Grey paused around the outskirts of the witch's ruin. The region had a wider radius than most, and it was also the one place Joaquin had managed to track him to before. So instead of stepping right in, Grey decided to go with a bit of caution for once.
He didn't find anything immediately wrong with the region. It looked mostly undisturbed.
However, he could see signs that others had been here.
Most of what his granddad had taught him about survival was useless in this damned game, but there were certain things that did carry over. He knew how to spot the signs.
The distress in the grass, broken foot trails and branches—not to mention the fact that things weren't exactly how he'd left them. He was pretty sure he had closed the door to the cabin after he left with Sabrina, but now it was open.
