Silvertip Mountain Play is the highest form of research

Adeline remained looking confused until Ezekiel explained it flat out. Poop = mouse. Simple. As soon as he asked if she wanted to track it, she did so, sticking her nose to the ground and around some roots. He watched her carefully, wondering whether or not she could find the thing when all of a sudden she leaped back, clearly appalled. She looked shocked, and at first the large boy was worried, protective instinct took over him and he padded forwards sniffing at her to check for injury. When he was sure he stepped back and allowed her to explain. The mouse bit her? How dare it bite his little friend?!

The Manchester crouched down, almost laying so that he could look under the roots. His black nose was far too big to fit underneath, but the mouse was probably under there. Luckily the young adult had learned a thing or two about hunting small game, and had a trick up his sleeve. Be ready. He said, stepping towards the other side of the log and crouching down again. And then he let loose a loud howl right into the crevice under the root, sending the mouse running frightened out the other side towards Adeline.