About twenty feet further into the forest, Jon found another set of scratches at the base of one of the trees. This low to the ground meant it was probably less than a few weeks old. Looking around, he saw more of them not too far away. Running a finger along one particularly deep gouge, Jon said, "See this, Spencer," he turned, "it means tha-"
Spencer wasn't behind him.
Frowning, Jon made his way back toward the Niffler burrow. Spencer still stood there, hip cocked to the side, with Dylan firmly cupped in one hand. Fingers were gently rubbing behind one small ear and Jon could practically hear the kitten purring in satisfaction.
He looked at Spencer's face, about to speak. Spencer's eyes were distant, a line of worry marring his brow. Somehow Jon knew it wasn't for him.