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

She stopped when she was commanded to do so. She watched as Mulherin used his nose to sniff around, trying to crane over the tall grasses. He looked back to her, and she moved to his side. The beaver was not far off- so she didn't want to risk blowing their cover just yet. 

"Look at the grath," She said. "Thee how it part-th? How the dew ith brushed off in platheth?" She said. Even if he couldn't see the beaver over the grass, he could potentially follow the very subtle but noticeable track it had left behind as it had made its way away. A little blood smear here and there, and there were a few visual cues that they were getting closer.