Dejah shakes her head with a dry laugh. "He is a Jeddak, not a thoat master. He rides one, and I've seen it tied outside the stables before. But that doesn't explain the little one. Here. And here."

She's pointing to the clear marks in the dark soil above the bank. "I may not have been hunting for many moons, Curtis Everett, but I can still read sign. Especially in ground this soft and wet. Whatever happened here, Edgar got away unscathed."