There was a science to it, figuring out where they'd congregate in numbers. They tended to walk towards the rising sun in the morning and the setting sun in the evening. They'd walk into the wind, if there was a scent on it. She could tell where they'd end up the next day, usually, and plan around them. She only had to do it once a week.
He hadn't shown up that first Wednesday — it had been a madhouse of soldiers and refugees and panic — but it was only a matter of time. He'd come. He'd said so.