Not enough for anyone else to notice.
Just a flicker of gold between leaves.
A stillness shaped like memory.
Ricardo’s heart stumbled.
He lifted his eyes fully.
Nothing.
Only foliage.
Light.
Shadow.
But there, pressed into the wet earth just beyond the last post of the outpost fence, were fresh tracks.
Large.
Round.
Silent.
Marta followed his gaze.
“What is it?”
Ricardo opened his mouth.
And then he saw something that made every thought in his head go quiet:
beside the adult jaguar print, half-hidden in the mud, was a second, much smaller paw mark.
