Firefly Glen sur-prize!

As the ball of orange fur examined her nose, he quickly said to her how he did not know what the heck was wrong with her. He said it was not blocked, so what could it be? The burly female felt heat rush to her face in embarrassment and gave a shy smile. It was ridiculous that a large wolf her size would act to scared in front of strangers. With a larger size, she should be boasting wit confidence. But it seemed almost every wolf out there absorbed it away from her. Even this wolf-fox seemed to have more courage than her.

She looked at him with quizzical eyes as he told her to try harder. Was it just a lack of effort? She nodded her head at his words, and taking a deep whiff with her nose, pointed closer to the bone on the ground.

Again, she smelt nothing but the wolf-fox and the land around her. Slowly, the scent started to become stronger with every breath. It wasn't as strong as she had hoped, but strong enough where she could name it off even if she was blindfolded.

"I can smell it. It's just not very strong." She said softly, her tail cuddling her left hind leg. With a sigh, she sat on her haunches on let her ears fall to the sides of her head, a half-pout on her face. She really wished she had a better nose that could smell as strongly as this orange fox-wolf. "My nose has been somewhat... damaged a little while ago." She said quietly, her voice filled with a somber tone at the memories of her dark past.