Blacktail Deer Plateau serafina

he chuckled; constantine's gas was indeed malodorous. "yes, poop," he confirmed. "a black bear made this. it reeks because bears, like us, eat meat. the spoor of an elk or a deer does not smell like this; it holds the scent of sweet grass and earth." he looked pointedly at his daughter. "it is a young bear. he will probably fear us and run away. would you like to track him?"

assuming that she would, for eilidh showed a penchant for details, lasher stood aside and allowed the girl space to find the flat pug-mark of the bear, its broad track. he himself could see the lumbering trail that led between two nearby trees but he wished for her to discover the path, and so said nothing, and offered no aid except for an encouraging smile.