The Heartwood my irregular heartbeat is starting to correct itself

The young Delta shook his head, "no, no I was just scouting the area," he barked, assuring the female that he was not doing anything to important at the moment. He could use the distraction from his own thoughts and what better way to forget the world and its overwhelming b.s. that running frantically behind a meal with legs? 

"I'm Mouse, from the Vale - that mountain over there" he barked, mimicking her movement but almost in the opposite direction. He held his eyes on her for a second, before lowering his head in order to analyze the different scents and trails that  seemed to surround them. There was a faint trace of small rodent and then, a bit more fresh and recent, the scent of another type of critter: probably a raccoon.