Sawtooth Spire tin cans and string

He lounged casually as he explained and was pleased to find Sitamat made for an astute student. Unlike some of his children (-cough- Ata -cough-), he felt as though this one was working overtime to try to make heads or tails of what had been said. No matter. They'd put this lesson to practice and work on the basics of what it meant to track down prey. It was never too early to learn how to hunt. This was a valuable skill set. His children were strong. He'd do everything in his power to help them survive.

Tracking it was. Sita seemed eager to test out his nose and promptly began to sniff at the ground. Iqniq pulled himself to his paws and sniffed with him. The scents of his family were everywhere... but here and there was the daring creature who'd passed this way when they were all tucked away in the den. "Find anything?" he asked when Sita paused to look at him. He moved to join the pup and put his nose to the ground. Rabbit. It might be a little large for him to hunt, but to track? It was the perfect size.

His eyes widened in his excitement. "I think you found something!" He nudged his son encouragingly and prompted him to sniff at the scent again. "Where does it go?" The trick now was to follow it in the right direction. The fresher direction. Not the fainter one. They wanted to figure out where it went. Not where it came from. Tracking 101.