Blacktail Deer Plateau hey man,

"Maybe," Kindle said easily. He was skeptical, but saw no harm in Cosmo believing it. He sniffed at the ground and began moving along the trails of the rabbit, his nose tracing from spore to spore where tiny rabbit feet had hit the earth. "Now hush, alright? Rabbits and deer have bigger ears than us."

Which meant they heard better, in his mind.

Kindle did his best to coach Cosmo along the trail, but privately, began to doubt that a tracker could ever be made of him. Apparently, though, he liked running — perhaps he would be more helpful in the later parts of a hunt. Running down deer could be exhausting, and it was always good to have more wolves (or other things) around who were happy to do it.

Eventually, they lost the trail of the rabbit even with Kindle in the lead — but they stumbled into a troupe of turkeys instead. Kindle was less worried about alerting them to their presence (turkeys had no ears, after all) and motioned for Cosmo to move ahead.

"Grab one," was his simple instruction. This was baby stuff, wasn't it? Kindle thought that his baby brothers had been just a bit smaller than Cosmo when they'd started on turkeys — he did not consider all the experience they'd had leading up to that point.