Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

Day didn't really hear the boy's question. He'd just gotten a whiff of the trail that Sylvas had scented earlier, and was nosing along it with happy enthusiasm. It seemed like there were quite a few pheasants in the area, something that Grayday thought would be good for their beginners.

"They smell like this," he said to Kieran, beckoning the two over with a wag of his tail. "Kind of dusty and alive at the same time. Like any bird."