Noctisardor Bypass To go to sleep I count antlers, not sheep

Semira nodded briskly, "I would like that." She turned to peer around at the forest, lifting her snout to scent the breeze for new prey. "A mixed wind today." She huffed in frustration, switching her focus on the earth below her mitts. Any new tracks would show in the soft dirt. With furtive optics, she glanced back to Gwen, wondering if perhaps she caught track of anything.