Moonspear Playing with fire

It was a testament to how much more comfortable she felt around Charon these days that Wildfire found herself saying, "Has anybody ever told you you're an ass?" She felt heat shoot across her back as the daring words left her mouth, though she made a point to complement them with a mischievous arch of her brow and a good-natured smirk. Surely Charon could take banter as well as he doled it out.

She faced forward when signaled to take the lead. Wildfire had been working, working hard, to fine-tune her small game skills. She proceeded confidently, ignoring the woodchuck's trail in favor of moving further into the woods to capture a new scent. She took care to move in absolute silence and was happy to observe that Charon more or less did the same. Stealth was paramount here, after all.

She paused between a sweetgum tree and a growth of oleaster, to sniff the air and listen. She detected the smell of a few squirrels, especially near the short tree's base, and could even hear one squalling in the distance. Wildfire didn't move, standing stock-still for a while as she simply observed the prey pool.