Silvertip Mountain Play is the highest form of research

Ezekiel watched with an amused grin as she nodded her head frantically. She was very excitable, and had lots of energy. When he asked if she wanted to learn, she looked confused for a moment. What did she not want to catch her own food? Finally she decided, sure!, then bounded through the grass without a second to spare. Slowly Ezekiel rose, knowing that he could catch up in a matter of steps. Her running was equal to his walking, since she was so little. He pushed himself to start but once he caught up he slowed down to trot beside her. 

After a bit of walking through the grass, careful not to go too far from her den, he stopped in front of her and bent down. If he hadn't she probably would've kept walking forever. Ok, ok, ok stop! He said with a chuckle, her enthusiasm both refreshing and tiring. Sitting down in front of her and bending down to speak to her, he spoke. Ok what do you see around here? Zeke himself could smell mouse, somewhere in this general area, but the first indicator was a pile of mouse poop nearby. That would be easier for her to smell and find than the mouse itself, so he'd start there.