Whitefish River Oh Sugar Snap Peas, I Win This!

@Tobias, for a scouting thread!

Every time he spent at the borders was a little more stored away into his memory as what he should be protecting and keeping an eye on. More and more he was able to pick out which paw prints belonged to who, if it belonged to anyone in the scouting mission or if they belonged to some stranger they needed to kick out - thankfully the later was not so much of an issue as of yet. 

Pausing in his tracks, Hieronymous eyed a broken branch with a little white tuft of fur stuck in the forks of the branch. With a squint he cursed his inability to take a sniff at the tuft of fur in order to easily identify it in a moment like others of his species and instead had to sit here and pick it apart visually to decide if it was prey, a comrad, or a stranger he had to go and start tracking...