Redhawk Caldera Run for your money

A new home, which meant plenty of work to be done. While others might have been content to reminisce about days gone by, Phox got right to work. He'd locked onto some critter's trail, and he was not going to give up until he caught the damn thing. The scent trail wound this way and that, taking Phox down plenty of old stomping grounds where he'd honed in on his hunting skills as a kid. Finley had been there plenty of times to help guide him. Raven and Elwood, too, although he wasn't thinking about any of that right now. He was in that focus zone where his brained turned off and his instinct turned on.

Scrambling under a fallen log that blocked his trail, he felt the roughness of it on his silvery back, but he didn't pay it any mind. The critter, which he'd since identified as a muskrat, was really giving him a run for his money.