Honeyed Pasture Rain can't make flowers grow

Niita tried to keep up with Devin, though the smaller female could dart to and fro faster and turn quicker than she could. More often than not, Niita was left blinking in surprise and turning to trot after Devin. There seemed to be no method to the madness until Devin stopped and called out to her.

Niita moved closer, sniffing eagerly at the scent. It was the smell of Silvertip but it lacked the tinge to it that the pups had. It was also rather stale, meaning one of her pack mates must have passed through several days before. "It's a dud." Niita sighed, not upset with Devin but upset with herself at not being able to find them.