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The scent was definitely different from the one of his family and was not distinctly wolf, and that was all he needed to decide that he would follow this trail. He nodded eagerly as his father asked if he had found anything, indicating with his nose at the spot he was standing on, letting his focused gaze linger on the ground as Iqniq made his way over to him.

The Alpha male's excitement was contagious, and the boy's tail wiggled happily as he was encouraged to double-check the trail. He would soon learn that finding a prey's scent was the easy part — tracking it was where things got difficult.

With a flick of his tail, he pressed his nose to the ground again, following the trail in a haphazard line before circling back. It was criss-crossed with other scents, the one he originally found easy to miss amongst them. Sitting back where he originally started, for he hadn't wandered far, the boy picked it up again and frowned. Okay, start over. "Smell," he said quietly, as if an order to himself, before retracing his steps, following the trail a little further into the forest. He paused every so often to check over his shoulder, making sure his father was watching and following.