Redtail Rise Yeah, he's trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac-ac-ac

Too fatht, or fat? He jested, unable to stifle an amused giggle at his own quip. 

His pace is then checked by Lilia, who prods him gently.

Oh—oh, hhorry, He mumbles, heeding the advice and slinking into a crouch. In his fervor he realizes he has lost the scent trail and doubles back to find it, despite still knowing the direction the beaver had ventured in. 

His goal was to follow the trail, not the beaver.