Hushed Willows The Wolf of Earthy Soil

Crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes, delighted by the man's enthusiasm. He caught the way Tuft lifted his nose. Not a bad start, but there were some other tricks he could teach the man.

Suppose the point of saving leftovers for everyone is defeated if no one can find them, yeah? He gestured with his muzzle for Tuft to follow. C'mon, there's one nearby. We can start there.

Kyrell turned on his heel, moving deeper into the thicket. He hadn't checked this one in a few days. It would be a good teaching moment then, as his paw prints would not be leading to it. Reaching the edge of the clearing it was in located in, he glanced over to Tuft.

A poorly covered cache will smell heavily, but you can look for other signs of a cache too. Someone's footprints, markings on the trees, or scratch marks in dirt when there isn't snow are good things to look out for too.

He remained where he stood, but his eyes drifted. He knew the cache here was at the base of a pine. Boone previously rubbed against the trees when first making it and he kept of the same routine with his maintenance. How long would it take for Tuft to catch on?