"What the heck was this thing?" Midas asked again, looking at the massive trail of destruction cut through the trees.
"Where do you think it went?" Daniel asked. "Raven's living on borrowed time right now."
"If anyone can track it, Leo can," Midas said, looking toward his brother.
"It's going to be tough at best," Leopold commented, looking down at the mud. The tracks left by the creature, large as they were to begin with, were now gone.
"Come on, don't screw around," Midas said. "I've seen you track things a lot smaller than this."
"But that wasn't in a marsh," Leopold countered. He scanned the surrounding area for something, anything that would allow him to track the beast. Footprints were only a small weapon in the arsenal of an accomplished tracker.