Moonspear Crazy youngsters

She had been around long enough now to see some faces come and go. Wildfire hadn't seen Lex since their meeting and upon attempting a cursory search, she realized she could no longer detect his scent anywhere around the mountain. But there were some new ones that intrigued her. One belonged to the wolf she had met briefly during the pack hunt a few days back: @Horcrux. With nothing else on the agenda for today, the Epsilon decided to try finding him. The tracking practice would be useful too.

Wildfire pressed her nose to the rough bark of a sycamore, where her pack mate's scent was concentrated; he must have brushed past it recently. With his signature smell strong in her nostrils, the dhole lookalike pivoted on a slender red heel, dropped her nose and began brushing it along the ground near the mountain's base.

No obligation, Ilona! This is open to anybody. :)