After days of steady rain, the moraine has lost its ability to absorb water. Runoff floods the normally dry trails. It’s the same in the Troll Woods where water splashes up with each step on the moss covered ground. Aki soldiers on, searching for scent not yet washed away by the rain. Until we are close to it, the little dog doesn’t see the eagle, brown with white head and tail that looks miserable perched in a lakeside alder. “Couldn’t you find a drier hangout?” The big bird screeches a reply, then flies away.