Otatso Wetlands The Field Trip

Néa smiled wolfishly at the older fae and practically bounced after her as she moved forward to find tracks and such, the yummy frogs sinking into her tummy and obviously giving her a lot of energy to work with. "Taking in your surroundings... Hmm.." She tried to do the same and found it came quite easily, though it was hard to concentrate while walking and thinking about other things. Maybe it was a manner of practice until it became instinct?

She scrambled to catch up once the older fae had drawn ahead a little, though her alert sense still only just caught the raccoon that had lay in wait in the grass, though she was still startled as she leapt back, before dissolving into giggles and looking around in the slightly squishy but drying mud, looking at a few tracks that truly puzzled her to no end.

Herbs? Yes!

Tracks... Nope!

She peered quizzically at a similar track to her own, almost like a wolf's but the claws were larger and so was the pad base. What track was it? It felt like it should be familiar to her really but it only niggled annoyingly in the back of her mind. "Hey mam- Scarlett, what track is this?"