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The scout was their leader and so Issorartuyok followed her as silently as he could. His earthy stare was distracted by the unfamiliarity of the terrain they were on. It was a pleasant place. There were surely herds of deer that would bed down in the woodland. The northerner hoped that they might see one, that their luck would be a fair bit better than he anticipated.

The scent they arrived upon was that of a fox. The sharp smell filled his nose, and he drew his head back with a glance toward Meerkat. He was not opposed to hunting and eating the foxes. He knew that their meat was leaner, stringier. It would still do well to fill their stomachs so that they might press on in their journey, he thought.

The scout scuffed her paw over its tracks, and they continued to prowl through the forest in search of rabbits. Issorartuyok focused, hoping he might catch the fragrance of a warren on the air.