There are no broken twigs, nor torn cloth snagged on any trees or other plants. It is as if whoever moved through this area touched nothing except their targets.
Golwen and Parallel spend a bit more time studying the tracks, taking care not to muddy the area with their own. As they look around, voice their observations, and bounce theories off each other, Parallel is now able to see where the footprints trace back upon themselves and determine the general direction of approach and retreat. The attackers had come from the north, and now that he knows what to look for, Parallel can easily follow the trail.
The halfling notices something else about the tracks. When they left, the attackers' prints are deeper, as though their weight increased significantly.
It is approximately mid-afternoon. The elderly woman that escorted you here, who had been patiently waiting a good distance away from the scene, finally says, "Um, I'd like to get back to the village before it gets dark. Did you need me to stay?"
