Blacktail Deer Plateau Not wanna be, gonna be

It had been a long time since Thorleif felt this well traveled.  He sat down and used a leg to scratch his neck in contemplation.  He liked this new area.  The smells and sights were a wonder to him.  And he could smell... deer?  He remembered a word, a term.  A game trail.  Like certain spots in rivers where fish tended to propogate.  Only this time for other animals.  There must be a game trail nearby, he thought.  Despite his tiredness, he grinned.  This place was going to be full of new experiences.  New things to see and do.