Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

Scamp, though as loyal of a minion as he was, had his tendencies to wander. On days he couldn't find his Dark Master he usually went as far as to go outside the borders. Today was one such day, and he'd been moseying along since early morning. 
But now, a scent tickled at his very innards and brought his posture to his tip-toes to look around in a wide circle. What was it? It was, by far, the most amazing thing he'd ever smelled! Even better than prey, he wondered? Quite possibly, depending on what the smell actually was. Led by instinct and hormones, the young charcoal male trotted right towards Asterr with his jaws hanging open in a goofy grin, tongue dangling too, and his tail wagging low behind him. 
It wasn't long before he saw movement in the grasses further away, and coming towards him. That, for sure, was the target. Seeing as he was in slightly shorter grass, he stayed in order to be able to see what he was looking for before rushing head on. It was a lesson learned from @Damien that'd clearly stuck, and the young Blackfeather was seeing if it really paid off.