Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

Phox stared blankly at where the trail had gone, and he figured the groundhog must have crossed the stream here. That really was the only explanation he could think of. Maybe it had drowned here and been taken down stream. It was puzzling, to say the least. Nellie was talking again, asking if there was anything else around, and Phox slowly came out of his hunting daze. It seemed like it had gotten more intense since the landslide, as though once on the hunt, he couldn't even see or hear the world around him. He wondered if it was a side-effect of the concussion he'd suffered.

You wanna take the lead this round? he asked. Maybe she would have more fun trying to track something down while he was the follower this time. Phox thought she'd grow into a fine hunter yet.