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Their game continued, Nanuk's nose working as she searched for the trail of scent the coywolf had left behind. Signs of the grass having parted to allow the passage of an animal led her one way, pushing through the greenery to track the maker of such a marked trail. Echelon's familiar scent led her in multiple directions and she briefly wondered if she had gotten turned around somehow. Looking back, the Tartok wolf could not spot anything of note that would tell her "you've gone this way before, nitwit" and so continued her tracking, pausing every now and then to try and get her bearings. 

Needless to say, tall grasses were not her strong suit, as were mountains and rock faces. Those, she could navigate and trak upon in relative ease. Something about the tall plant life, however, kept her from being adept at it. She figured this was practice though, in the event that she truly had to search through the grasses to find someone or something.