Silvertip Mountain Play is the highest form of research

Ezekiel stood mouth agape for a moment. Did she really think that was it? He sat back, letting out a long slow sigh. They had a long way to go. It was fun though, teaching the little girl. He felt protective of her, as he did lots of people who he liked. So far he liked Adeline, she had spunk and was very enthusiastic. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. Ok, well yes trees and stuff, but hmm. Oh look! What's that over there? Is that mouse shit? Do you know what that means? Ezekiel didn't exactly know how to censor himself around kids. They'd learn those words someday anyway.

Playfully he bounded over to the tiny pile of scat, sniffing it to make sure it indeed was mouse. Once he's confirmed it, he stood by it, flicking his tail to gesture Adeline towards it. Come look! Hoping she would connect that mouse poop meant a mouse somewhere nearby without his help, she waited for the young Zaria to come.