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Eilidh beamed up at her father, wagging her tail behind her hocks. She had gotten it right! But as they moved onward, Eilidh studied the area around her carefully, taking her father's words to heart; avoid bears and big cats. But what did they look like? She couldn't remember seeing any of those before, nor smelling them. Perhaps she had, but she didn't know what that scent meant yet. 

They neared a fresh pile of dung within a few short moments, outside their borders, and Eilidh bent to sniff it. She recoiled, scrunching her nose against the stench, and took a step back before answering Lasher. "Yuck, Pappa! That smells worse than Constantine's farts." She mulled over what it might be, and finally came to a conclusion, or at least part of one. "It's poop, right Pappa? But what kind of poop?"