Brackenclaw would open his mouth to let the scents waft through his scent glands to make sure. Sure enough the smell of micr came through strong and plentiful. "Yep! And what else?" Brackenclaw would ask there were more than mice in this meadow. In fact Brackenclaw was picking up his favorite prey making his mouth water slightly that prey being a Chaffinch. He stifled his desire to hunt it down right there and then. 'Use every moment to teach the future generation.' Brackenclaw would think to himself to keep him in place. Instead Brackenclaw would patiently wait for Echopaw to continue surveying the scents before they got started.
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