Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

As he zigzagged around, Tonravik stood still and observed. None of the scents were predatory or something to worry over. The entirety of the pack contributed to the poaching of anything that might, and a cautionary sniff had revealed to her that all was still well. He seemed to lock onto something, and as she sniffed at where he stood after stepping up to him, her tail waved. Good. Whether it was chance or he had the nose of his mother and grandmother, they would find out.

Tonravik continued forward, her stride one to accommodate her sons size. On the earth was the pebble-sized scat one rabbit had left in its wake... and she gestured to the telltale sign with a wave of her tail. She sniffed over it and her whiskers twitched, and her eyes looked to her son instead of the direction they would need to travel for the rabbit warren that was a short distance away.