He took one more step, noticing that this time he didn’t sink down as low into the snow. Giggling, he looked at the tracks that had magically appeared on the ground. They looked like railroad tracks though narrower. He turned around to look behind him and almost fell over as the ground shifted under his feet. It didn’t really shift; he was standing in the same spot he had a few seconds earlier only looking in another direction. He gazed at the turning tracks, disappearing into the forest a few metres from where he was standing. Aiden recognised those kinds of tracks. You didn’t grow up in Courtland without knowing what snowmobile tracks looked like.