Felicity followed Damien's gaze past the shot-up truck, and for a moment she saw a head and shoulders above the ditch. The next time she looked, there was only a dirty strip of cloth caught in the weeds. The man who'd spoken stayed exactly where he was with both hands up. He had round lion ears, a ragged coat and a mane the color of the dry grass under his boots.
"Don't go after it," Ash said beside her. "I saw two shapes out there while you were gone. If we all go running after that one, we'll find out where the other one's been sitting."
