Firestone Hot Springs epigram for wall street

Redd looked at the hole a moment, then back to Wealda, whose order was to find the other hole.  She was quick to pick up on the gambit - they would trap it within then.  She would need to ensure it was the correct exit to do so.

A small smile and a wave of her tail were her answers.  Then she took a moment to more deeply explore the scents at this one, memorizing the combination and threads as best as she could hold them.

Then she turned and was off, nose low to the ground, searching the areas nearby for something similar.  Redd finally found something in a nearby patch of brush, a dugout with a scent similar enough to keep her there.  She stood sentinel, ears tuned to movement inside, and sought to catch her mother’s gaze.