Casey thought hard. The bird had gone first in this direction, then that, then that. Now she had headed another way. In his mind Casey connected all the lines of flight, like a diagram. Where, he asked himself, is the center of all those lines?

Slipping the leftover arrows into his back pocket—like a quiver—Casey remembered a clearing about a quarter of a mile deeper into the woods. He decided that would be a likely place to find the raven’s nest. If he was right, and he went toward it—and if the raven was defending a nest—he’d find her there.

He could get her then.