Swiftcurrent Creek Vivec

As was suggested, he studied the scent a bit more closely, trying to commit it to memory.  Scent was kind of complicated and there was certainly more information there than he could currently grasp.  Gender, health, and all of that was buried within, but at least he'd gotten as far as "ungulate" which wasn't too bad for a pup his age who hadn't gone hunting them.  It would come in time, but for now they were going to continue on.

Or at least they were until perhaps the owner of that scent showed up.  Coming to a shuddering and sudden stop, the boy's ears swiveled forward.  You see, creatures like that stag were part of the reason that Akatosh had mixed the two.  They were huge, they were brown, and they had some fancy pointy accessories attached to their heads.  At least right now, that beast was completely unapproachable to him as prey and some part of him was wise enough to recognize it.  Too big, too dangerous.  Too pointy.

His glanced flicked to Mahler a few times in quick succession, wary of looking away from the stag, but wanting to know what the heck the plan was here.  Were they just gonna stay put?  At the very least, Akatosh was far more obedient than a certain sister.