Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

I swear I've written two drafts for this, but apparently that was all in my brain and not in a document anywhere.

Luckily for Phox, he couldn't hear Nellie's thoughts. If he had, he would have been mortified. She was still young, and considering he'd already caught feelings for her mother, it would have been awkward tenfold. Let's be glad these wolves aren't telepathic.

Phox rushed forward, continuing to follow the trail, but it led him to a stream, and he couldn't seem to pick it back up from there. He sniffed along one shore, then the other, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to find where it had gone off to. Outsmarted by a got dang groundhog. Blast, he sighed, looking toward Nellie. I can't seem to figure out where it went from here. Ah well, tracking was still a skill he wanted to keep up.