Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

A rather silly smile graced the face of the fae, and her tail wagging in amusement. His face was  dirtied and against his tawny coat it was still visible. But she remained serious about the task at hand, dipping her head obediently.

She sniffed at the ground, looking to the tracks second. Her eyes flitted from spot to spot and she found it quite confusing with the tracks everywhere. But her nose did not abandon her, and with a bit of help from it, she managed to find a decent trail, one that led where she wished to go. Ilya's tail wagged as she went, but it stayed low and she remained aware. When she found the hole she sniffed it with interest, shoving her nose into it to display the same dirtied muzzle that Mordecai had. She looked up, although was rather far and could no longer see the male, so she focused back down. What would allow it to escape? Would she had to wait? she didn't know. So, in the spur of the moment, she let out a loud bark into the hole, hoping to maybe scare one out.

The tactic was perhaps a bit stupid, but she was truthfully uncertain of what to do, and there was no one to tell her what else to try. She waited for something to pop out her side, or perhaps to hear a triumphant call from the male on the other end.