Redtail Rise XXV

as bobcat has come to expect: there is no verbal answer to his unspoken question. only the movement of his father's paws in small sweeps. it is then that he notices the tracks; life in the otherwise charred landscape. something about it strikes bobcat as strange but he moves closer to study the tiny tracks; following in his father's gestures by sniffing at them.

he lets the scents linger in his nostrils before breathing out a soft exhale.

mice, he deduces. relatively fresh.

he looks up to augur then, waiting to take his cues of what to do next from him.