Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

He padded closer to Grayday, lowering his muzzle to sniff at the trail. Dusty and alive? Curious. But, if he was quite honest, he liked it. This new information - he could use it. And he liked that. "So all birds smell like this?" He'd never hunted before, and he'd never really been told much about it, so getting these little bits of knowledge were useful to the boy.

It wasn't long before his father began explaining what a phesent - or however you say that word - really was. "They have green and red heads? That's so cool!" Kieran grinned, trying to picture in his mind. He had never seen anything with a red or green head.