Blackfeather Woods dwindling

Euron continued to listen and understand what was being said; his rapt attention never allowing a word to be missed and his own voice echoing them in his mind. Cicero proposed another challenge and the boy quickly rasped out a yeah! mid-breath before scampering some distance away.

He took a few moments to sample the air in the first place: pine needles, damp bark. "Hm." It was mostly trees here. The boy moved, excited whipping his head and his tail excitedly when he caught a whiff of Cicero but as quick as he caught it, it was gone. Euron sat down, momentarily perplexed, waiting for the scent to return. On an open plain the wind would carry scent in a more obvious pattern, but in the forest, it was forced to shift and snake around the trees. When the scent did not return immediately, he continued onward, occasionally flicking his eyes to his father in case there was further instruction.

It took a while thanks to Euron's deliberation but eventually he hit the magic scent cone produced by a steady breeze at the most opportune moment for teaching the pup. "Oh!" He exclaimed, all a quiver like a gun dog on fresh bird scent. Instinct guided him into a natural weaving pattern, pulling him into the cone until he had centered on the strongest scent.

"Cicero is stinking the most here!" He announced proudly.