Redhawk Caldera on a cloudy day

Clover hated to hear she was wrong, even if they were good guesses, and pouted for a brief second, before he corrected her and her interest was grasped firmly by his offer. YES! RABBIT! Let's goooo!!! she hollered, beginning to bounce away and sniff for things that were like rabbit. She was able to follow some of its trail before inevitably veering off course and following something else. Clover paused to squint at her father, before darting backward, putting her snout on the ground, and then she squinted at the earth. Many animals had passed this intersection, and Clover was confused as to which way it had gone. She wheeled around the spot and sniffed loudly at it, letting out a hmmmmm, before she looked to her father, the expert on all things tracking.