Redhawk Caldera I've seen fire and I've seen rain

Magpie's tracking led them toward a rabbit warren. While the juvenile took the pellets as a sign, the more seasoned Gamekeeper spotted the other, subtler indications of their presence: grass flattened here, chewed there; the slight fluttering coming from somewhere beneath them; and, as they came closer, the unmistakable smell of the small beasts. It was muted, earthy, but unmistakable if you were familiar with it.

When she looked at him, he motioned silently. Go on... He stood back, letting her take point. Peregrine would not hunt himself. Instead, he would spend the next few hours observing her so that, later, he could fashion her into a strong and able hunter.