Bearclaw Valley i could just sink into this sea, forever

The scent trail was faint and unreliable, so it took a few false turns here and missteps there for the groundhog to finally come into view. It was clear then, why the scent had been so poorly maintained; their prey was already dead, though presumably not for long. Instantly, Blondine's excitement died down and her adrenaline flatlined. Lucky catch? she joked, though there was more disappointment than relief in her voice.