Wimena lagged behind the group. For once, her attention was not set on her surroundings, but rather on the ground. She stopped and bent down, small fingers carefully tracing faint identions on the earth. Time and weather had worn down the tracks where they seemed unremarkable at first glance. But to Wimena, they seemed...unnatural. Wrong. Her eyes followed the trail, stopping when she saw the hill. "Constable," she called, "what do you know of that hill over there?"