The Bracken Woods what good is an idea if it remains an idea? try. experiment

Beneath the cover of bent and bowing bracken, with sprawling leaves now brown and dull from the onset of the cold season, was a carefully winding network. It was laid by consistent tramping from thickly furred paws. It served to hasten the rabbits who made it away from the ravenous pursuit of their predators, but in its hurry, one such denizen of the forest had left behind a conspicuous, white tuft of fur which drew the eye of the nearby wolf.

The bushes the rabbit sped around and between had reached out with their thieving thorns to snatch away a chunk of fur from the animal's flank as it whipped past. The wolf lowered his blunt snout to the fur, his soft breath ruffling the delicate fibers as he plied his nose to assess the scent it harbored. He found it to be stale. He moved on, shifting his stout legs with care enough to avoid the clutching claws of the brush as the sun rose above the horizon to peer between the trees and cast itself upon his back.