and strike the nail against the flint

She supposed it could have been a resting spot of sorts. Maybe a rallying point by their canine cousin. Then again, it could have just been some central hub where they figure out what part of the area they wanted to root around in. Truth be told, Echelon could have also implied that she didn't care a whole lot about it either. Her eyes scanned their surroundings once again, and yet she did not see anything that fell miraculously out of place. Wherever they had gone, they didn't have the bodies with them to go scouting it out. And if the scents were old and stale...

"Most likely," she concluded, answering the question he voiced. She moved across the minuscule gathering ground, scattering the forest floor in her wake purposely. She marked this ground too in a manner of speaking, certain that the foxes would cross back over it at a later date. The paths were too worn to suggest that they hadn't been through in a while, so she was certain they'd be back in a matter of time to move along their foxy freeway.

And with all of the paths that branched out from there, she directed herself towards the one that suggested it went back towards the Spine. Casting her gaze back to Iqniq, she debated their options. They could follow it, or they could turn back to cover the remaining trail left in the wake of their recent hunt. Though she had made the decision in her mind what she would have done, she decided to leave it up to him with a curious, but silent inquiry.