Dawnlark Plains pretend you know this song

Oh, eye contact and inflection to his tone? Ale was getting somewhere with this one - he could just tell. "Now when did I say that?" he questioned, but quieted as he followed the larger wolf, fixated on how he scented the ground and sought out potential trails. 

Clear eyes scanned the ground and zeroed in on an indent. Alexandre padded up to it and touched his nose to the frosted earth, eyes narrowed. "Maybe here?" he asked, gesturing to the hoofprint.