Redhawk Caldera Smells like teen spirit

oh frick! My bad- sorry I got so behind on this one!

Aiden and Jay were welcome company, and he was glad he’d caught two kids for this little excursion. Tracking was an important lesson to learn- but he thought he could add an element of fun by adding in a little bit of cryptid knowledge. 

There was a warren nearby, a thicket with many rabbits who travelled the same routes while foraging. They knew the twists and turns of the route, and left behind narrow, but worn paths in the grass. The boys raced forward, and past the little rabbit path, but began investigating the area, which pleased him. 

”See this?” Bronck said, lifting a paw to show them the little divet in the grass. ”That’s a jackalope trail. It leads to their burrow. Their tracks…” he said, sniffing around a bit himself, until he found a place where the path had been worn to bare ground- revealing  the trademark shape of rabbit feet. Regular, clawed forefeet, smaller than a wolf’s, and long imprints from the hind legs. ”Looks like rabbit, eh? But if you look along the side of the path,” he gestured.

Along either side of the path were places where the grass had been torn out. A couple thin branches had been snapped as well. This was something Bronco had manicured carefully himself- but it was a believable enough setup. ”Jackalopes have antlers.” He said. ”They catch sometimes on grass or branches. ” he advised them. ”Wanna go see if we can track ‘em to their warren and scare one out?”