Broken Antler Fen bluegill

Cinna's tail wagged joyfully behind her as Teya agreed to teach her. Once she could hunt properly, she'd be able to do her part to the pack; she sighed in relief, then set off with the older female. When they came upon otter tracks, Cinna eyed them carefully. They were interesting, very small and not at all like any print she'd seen before - it made it easy to remember. She nodded then to Teya, and they were off again. When they came to the deer print, Cinna grinned and said, "I've seen lots of these before." Ungulates were so common, it would be hard not to. Then, a question. "How do you know if what you're tracking is healthy or not?"