Redhawk Caldera Made in the dark

"Dunno," he muttered, eyes still to the ground. It was unlikely that Towhee could even see his mouth moving, but he was ~in the moment~ and very, very interested in whatever this thing was that he was tracking. He had never smelled anything like it before, and curiosity had taken over his little pea brain. His pace was steady as he followed the trail, going zig-zagging around a tree, under a bush, and over a large boulder.

Here, though, the trail split off. Phox stopped, crunching up his forehead as he tried to figure out what to do. He could go right or left. He wasn't quite sure, but he thought maybe he had been tracking two of them the whole time. Whatever "they" were. "I go this way," he informed Towhee, turning to face her when he spoke this time. He hesitated a moment longer, then began to follow the scent trail that led to the left.