He always looks for 'em and we did see tracks. On a different hike, a few days ago, he took off through the woods after a pack of deer. Didn't even look back when I called. I just sat down on the trail and waited for him to come back, like I knew he would. It was a good half hour but he made his way bounding back through the snowy woods, out of breath and wild-eyed. No blood on his mouth, though, so he must not have been a match for those deer!