"Of course, Bryt. I'll help you search."
"I will go too." Tzal's eyes were steady. "We must work together. When our child is born another woman will be needed."
Brink opened his mouth to object—closed it.
"Of course, but whether Rea is the one to...."
"She is a woman." Tzal smiled faintly and nodded.
"I'll follow her tracks, the ystan's tracks, westward across the park," Bryt Carby said impatiently. "She must head south or north to climb out of the valley. You, Tzal, go to the north end of the valley and pick up the trail—if it's there."
He shook the graying coarse hair out of his reddened eyes.
"You go south, Dorav. I'll meet up with you in a few hours if the trail leads in that direction. If neither of you find a trail and a day passes, I suggest that you return to the cabins."
"Best plan," Brink agreed. He called in to Tzal: "I'll saddle up."
"Right with you," his partner replied.