Golden Glade deer droppings

He was the greater, for now. Kavrak was a born hunter and it was only a matter of time before she was as proficient as any master of the chase. Still, Kaertok detected her easily enough and she stilled her steps with an inaudible hitch of her breath. She had a lot to learn still. Being Tartok made her believe she was an elite, but she was still just a yearling. She might be superior to many other yearlings, but among her own kith and kin, she was nothing yet.

She slung her body low in the brush and flared her nostrils in an effort to tell what he was doing. Kaertok couldn't see her, and Kavrak couldn't see him. Momentarily they were at a stalemate, but she knew he would probably win it. Nevertheless, she attempted to sneak to the left, moving her feet slowly and placing them deliberately, as quiet as she could be. If nothing else, even if she was destined to fail, Skull Cap could try to flank him.