Past the fateful glade he went, noted again the tree torn several feet too high up, and on.

Then the cry of a bluejay rang out; this is often a notification of deer at hand.

It always is warning of something doing, and no wise hunter ignores it.
Rolf stood for a moment listening and peering.

He thought he heard a scraping sound; then again the bluejay, but the former ceased and the jay-note died in the distance.

He crept cautiously on again for a few minutes; another opening appeared.