Sawtooth Spire tin cans and string

When he removed his paw and settled onto the ground, Sitamat spun to face his father, falling into a play bow. He was ready to play, not realising he was in for a day of learning. As Iqniq explained what a vole was, the boy reclined into a sit, listening interestedly. "Oh," he huffed, half-understanding. He found the creature hard to visualise — like a mouse? But not? — but he perked up when the man prompted him check for any strange smells.

"Yes!" he answered in Intuit, not because he had found any scents but simply announcing his excitement to do as his father asked of him. He immediately leapt up and began to wander in circles, nose to the ground as he searched. He trailed away, cautious not to stray too far, until he found something. There were many smells, but all were familiar to him. Well, almost. One stood out from the rest, a thick musty scent that made a beeline for the forest. Sitamat stopped when he picked it up, unsurely turning to Iqniq. Unknowingly, he had found one of the more common trails of a rabbit.