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Twitchbolt had gathered as many volunteers, as many eager learners, as he possibly could- it was under the guise of education, and was for that purpose, mostly... but stars, he couldn't live with the risk of anyone getting injured. Even the scrape of a bramble on flesh would probably make it all feel awful and futile. So, so- there was safety in numbers. There were warriors at his side, too. And that was what he'd stuck to, that logic that they could all protect each other, and help each other...
Daisyflight had always told him he was a good tracker, and- well, he almost believed it. Bought into it just enough to enjoy it, and to sometimes not worry that he was somehow doing something wrong. So, he looked to those who had volunteered, eyes as wide and wary as ever, jittering as always- but his tone contained a low-key peppering of confidence. "We're practicing tracking," he informed them all, offering a wobbly little smile.
"There's- there's lots of nuances to scents. But if you, if you pay attention... it can tell you a lot." He mainly spoke to the apprentices as he gave his little pep-talk. "If we're gonna get rid of these rogues, we... we need to know where they've been, when they were there, which way they went, definitively. So... what, what we're doing today is practicing, not pursuing." Twitchbolt gave a grave look. "Don't run off."
"Try... try and track scents that have been covered- that are old, stale... describe everything you can dis-discern from it. Even if you can't tell exactly what it is, try and describe what it reminds you of, and- and it might lead you to the answer."
Beneath the smell of snow and damp, Twitchbolt could tell a fox had ran through here a while ago, but had long departed. He knew that there had been more than one squirrel here earlier in the day, and was possibly still nearby. The closer they would near to the Twolegplace border, the more potent the scent of rogue would grow... but he'd leave it up to them, for now.
\ We need to make sure we have the rogues' scents; practice your tracking, but be careful!
Daisyflight had always told him he was a good tracker, and- well, he almost believed it. Bought into it just enough to enjoy it, and to sometimes not worry that he was somehow doing something wrong. So, he looked to those who had volunteered, eyes as wide and wary as ever, jittering as always- but his tone contained a low-key peppering of confidence. "We're practicing tracking," he informed them all, offering a wobbly little smile.
"There's- there's lots of nuances to scents. But if you, if you pay attention... it can tell you a lot." He mainly spoke to the apprentices as he gave his little pep-talk. "If we're gonna get rid of these rogues, we... we need to know where they've been, when they were there, which way they went, definitively. So... what, what we're doing today is practicing, not pursuing." Twitchbolt gave a grave look. "Don't run off."
"Try... try and track scents that have been covered- that are old, stale... describe everything you can dis-discern from it. Even if you can't tell exactly what it is, try and describe what it reminds you of, and- and it might lead you to the answer."
Beneath the smell of snow and damp, Twitchbolt could tell a fox had ran through here a while ago, but had long departed. He knew that there had been more than one squirrel here earlier in the day, and was possibly still nearby. The closer they would near to the Twolegplace border, the more potent the scent of rogue would grow... but he'd leave it up to them, for now.
\ We need to make sure we have the rogues' scents; practice your tracking, but be careful!
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