Sawtooth Spire tin cans and string

Sitamat was doing well. Scents were all still new. Tracking was also new. Figuring out how to merge the two into a useful activity was one that would take a bit of practice and finessing. Even he wasn't perfect at it from time to time. Some trails were more complex than others and required a little bit more time. This particular trail that Sita was following wasn't terribly difficult, but it wasn't the easiest either. All the same, he was doing well.

Iqniq trailed along behind him. Here and there he'd check the ground just to make sure his son was still on the right track. At some point, Sita'd lost it and ended up right back where they started. Iqniq nudged his shoulder with his. Try again.

The pup began again from step one. This time he got further. Iqniq continued to follow him and double check for himself here and there, but it seemed as though this time, Sita was on the right track. Whenever the boy would turn back to look, he'd give him a little nod. Keep going. You've got this.