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 to the bone as Nick would have expected it to, but then it changed to blood and fear. Her trail led into the trees just ahead of where he was. He crouched and forced himself to go on. He didn't need to go very far before he found her, or at least what was left of her; something had cut off her head and paws and stripped her of her skin.