Silvertip Mountain Play is the highest form of research

Ezekiel watched with pride as Adeline caught he mouse, killing it with a bite. It hung in her small jaws as she pranced about. She brought it to his feet, tail wagging excitedly. With a large smile he bent down. You're a great hunter? Who taught you to be that good? He asked, enthusiastically, prodding at the dead mouse with a white tipped paw. It was a very decent sized catch, and would be a nice meal for the girl. Ezekiel wouldn't have minded eating it himself, but it was her catch, and he figured she'd be mad if he took it. Instead he waited for her to eat, grey tail swishing across the dirt clearing behind him.