The Whisker Sleuths stood quietly for a moment… listening to the tide move across the shore. The stone had been hidden beneath the sand for longer than anyone could remember… yet the mark upon it matched the others they had already found. Ila Rose studied the carving carefully while Ruby compared it to the notes on their map… and Elsa noticed something curious about the shape of the symbol itself. It wasn’t just a mark… it was a direction. The pattern was beginning to point somewhere… somewhere deeper in the marshlands beyond the island. And if the map was correct… the next clue would not be waiting in the sand… but watching… from the shadows of the tall grass.