How to walk-- wait a second, Warden knew how to walk. He'd been doing that for a while now but... hm. His brow furrowed as Mortis began to talk. They would be walking and sniffing. Intently sniffing. Sniff-tracking. Oh shoot, yeah, tracking! That was the right word. Warden straightened up, listening to his father carefully as he spoke. The instructions seemed clear enough, and he was ready to try it until... oh.
The boy looked carefully at the ground, staring at the leaf litter. There were hardly any spaces that weren't covered in leaves. What was he to do? He looked beseechingly at Mortis, and then at the crunchy leaves, and then back to his dad. Horrified. "But the crunchy leaves, dad. What about the crunchy leaves?" Warden took a few high steps, trying to step as carefully as possible, but... alas. The leaves were still susceptible to being crunched.
