Firefly Glen sur-prize!

He peered into her nose, his head craning left, then right, one eye closing, and then the other eye closing as the first reopened. "I sees nothing!" He exclaimed, stamping the ground with a foot. It would be much more difficult to diagnose her nosing problems than he had thought. "I doos not know why its not so working right." He hummed, his brows furrowing above his bright blue eyes as he contemplated what else may be the problem. It did not occur to him of course that there was no problem, that she may have been born with a weaker sense of smell than he, her strengths lying elsewhere.

"Maybe you are not smelling hard enough. Try harder!" He instructs, gesturing to his bone with a paw, expecting that if she sniffed good enough she'd smell it from where she was.