Redhawk Caldera on a cloudy day

This way, Clover decided, having confused scents quite thoroughly. Though rabbit had been the scent that initially intrigued her, now it was a field mouse—a big rival of hers, actually—that she had gotten confused with. They were different, but Clover had confused her focus in the myriad of scents. 

She started in that direction, but then came the scent of Lagan, and the trail she had followed seemed to actually abruptly end—truly this time, which meant Lagan probably had himself a very small snack. Clover didn't think that far ahead, though. What??!? Asked Clover, confounded, head whipping to look at her father.