After a time, he found a place where the sun-baked clay of last night’s mud was disturbed and broken up. Pawprints in the dirt circled the spot. There were other marks as well, but the only other ones he could make out were a trail of footprints, Human footprints. He stared at them for a time, his brain in a fog. More to rouse himself than because of any plan, he decided to follow the footprints.