Flycatcher Downs Though I am old with wandering

Whether or not Gannet followed him, Whip really didn't much care. Of course, he would rather have the company of his brother, especially when breaking the rules -- but Whip had already made his choice. He was going to follow his mother to see what was up no matter what. Whip did not dilly-dally, and was soon setting off in the direction of his mother's trail.

Whip soon found that his mother did not travel far. Caution was paramount, especially in unfamiliar territory. Whip kept himself downwind and his body low as Fox's scent grew stronger. Now, close as he was, Whip could smell another. A stranger. His curiosity was piqued, but he knew to keep his distance to avoid detection. 

When his mother was finally within sight, Whip dipped into the nearest bush and he turned his ears forward to listen in on their conversation.