and strike the nail against the flint

They discovered the trail of gore without too much issue. The scent of blood was still somewhat fresh and not entirely erased from the efforts to drag a giant moose back home. It'd taken all three of them to maneuver an awkwardly large body up the rim of their mountainous home so covering their tracks had been of a lower priority. Echelon was quick to realize this and quicker still to cover what trails had not been erased by the natural ways of nature. Flies were quick to devour the portions that had been dropped. Scavengers picked up the rest. Carrion crows and lingering vultures. A canine scent here and there.

"Fox?" he inquired, wondering if she'd picked up on it too. Canine, but not distinguishable as wolf or coyote. Something else. Something that didn't much matter to the Spine now as the scents were stale, but might be of more significance in the future when the puppies were born. Smaller things were always subject to predation.