Redhawk Caldera on a cloudy day

If you had something else in mind for the smell, let me know! :P

Elwood stifled a laugh at Clover's attempts to guess the identity of the smell. The two prey animals she named couldn't have been more different in size, and while she hadn't been right, he still took her interest as an indication that she could potentially follow in his footsteps as a hunter some day. "Good guesses," he prasied, then gently corrected her.

"It smells like a rabbit to me. Want to track it down?" he asked with a wave of his tail.