Redhawk Caldera Take me to the good times

He smiled warmly at her remark, shrugging when she asked when he'd acquired the skill. He had spent a lot of time teaching the kids how to do things, especially Fennec who had needed extra guidance and help as they figured out what worked best for her limitations. Figment had been easier to teach, but Fennec had taught him more about how to be a better teacher. Patience and understanding were key, he'd learned.

-I can't imagine having more than the four we had this year,- Phox said, -Even though it is nice to have them staggered that way. Meerkat was already up and wandering around by the time the triple threat was born.-

Phox imagined it would be the same next year. One of them would have their litter, they'd get into the groove of things, and then another litter would come along and throw everything into chaos again.

-You?- he asked, but the more he thought about it, the more it didn't seem that preposterous.

-If Fennec can do the things she can, I'm sure you'll have no problem.-

Now then, back to the lesson. Phox began to follow the trail once more, keeping his head close to the ground and his nose wide open for any signs of the deers' scents.

-The closer we get, the more likely it is we'll be able to pick up their scent, but we can look for other stuff, too.-

They passed a tree, and on it was a tuft of fur. Phox hopped up, placing his paws on the tree's bark (woof!) and sniffing the hair that had caught there.

-It's not always about looking down.-