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

Uh-huh, He replied.

He did as instructed and noticed the subtle path the beaver had wove along its trek. Inching forward, he put his nose to another spot of blood along the ground. His adrenaline spiked—they were closer than ever.

The vegetation grew thicker as the pair went ahead. Thick bushes and brambles lined the beaver’s chosen path, ultimately leading into somewhat of an impasse. Here, the vegetation grew so thick one could not walk through it. However, a smaller creature could crawl beneath the bulk of the thorns—as the beaver had done. Mulherin sniffed at the path, reaching his head into the shadows. His head and shoulders fit. 

He pulled himself out and thought of Lilia, who he wasn’t sure would also be able to squeeze through. She could navigate a way around at the expense of potentially spooking the beaver, or losing the trail.

Would they split up? Would Lilia try and wedge herself through? Or would they both find a different path?

He stopped, glancing to Lilia once more to receive her advice on the unsaid dilemma.