He forced his way back into the brush and followed the trail from where he was out of sight. It was slower going here, as he needed to weave over and under and around trees and stumps and fallen branches. Both smells were getting stronger easer to follow. At the spot where the beaver had been, something had dragged it into the water. Where the beaver had been, was a large bone with bits of meat still on it. Moose meat, That other smell was strongest here too.

Jen's scent went right up ...