Broken Antler Fen bluegill

"birds and tracking. i teach both." she was happy that cinna was warming so well to the things teya herself liked to do. "i teach you track first." with that she set off at a bobbing step, looking for marks in the snow. 
she crouched when she found low ones, curving through the snow with tiny handmarks. "otter. follow them, you find fish and fishing holes, in ice."
she allowed cinna enough time to investigate it herself before pressing on.
"this is deer." a cloven print in the snow.