He slipped through the silent woods following the faint
spoor. His movement was slow and
steady. On occasion he would stop
to raise his head and peer ahead before dropping his nose down to the ground
again. The quarry had come this
way and the scent told him he was gaining.
He arrived at the base of a large oak. He made his way around the base, trying
to read the conflicting smells, trying to determine the path his prey had
taken.
One complete circuit and he knew the squirrel had made it
to safety by climbing up the tree.
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