Dragoncrest Cliffs do you know where your heart is.

Thuringwethil approached steadily, and Artaax instantly felt some of his uncertainty ease. The little fox began to whine harder at the approach of a much larger predator, but still the only movement it made was to tremble fiercely in place and shift its gaze from one wolf to the other. The boy nibbled his bottom lip gently as Thur spoke to him, thoughtfully taking it all in even as his own opinions and considerations emerged in his mind.

All of those thoughts fell silent as Thur set him a task. His nostrils began to twitch as he turned his head away from the kit to prod at the surrounding brush. Mostly, he smelled the creature he had already found. But there was something else there too, but far fainter. "I smell her, but not very well. I think..." Artaax frowned, turning to look back out towards the place where he had been standing before, "I smelled it better over there." He wasn't sure what that meant, but reasoned that it must mean that the mother was indeed prowling around here somewhere. He swallowed hard and looked up at Nomi, wondering what they would do now.