Bitterroot Valley Out the window

Her eyes tracked the girl's movements as she dropped her head and began combing for scents. She trusted Gavriel to keep an eye on their surroundings, so Wildfire could really focus on Freyja's form and technique. Of course, there wasn't a whole lot of skill required for sniffing. The corner of her lip twitched at that thought and she glided toward the youngster when she appeared to have struck a trail.

The Bandrona dipped her head to sample the scent, then lifted it again and looked into Freyja's face. "It is a little old," she agreed in a tone that praised the girl for her keen observation, "but not so old that it's not worthwhile. Do you recognize the scent?" she wondered, wondering if the Feisripa was familiar with mule deer.