Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

"Yes ma'am," Day said with a whisk of his tail. He wanted to expand and tell her how things had been different back home, but there was no need to make excuses. Poor manners were still a choice, even if they'd been learned. Day had the ability to determine what would and wouldn't be appropriate with his new family, and it was his own fault for falling back on old habits. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

The hunt commenced. Day followed dutifully after the alpha, knowing that she would be more useful while they were following visual cues. For his part, the beta scented the air often, trying to glean as much about their quarry as he possibly could. "It's a vixen," he noted, taking a strong whiff of the fur. "But we've been following a male's scent, haven't we?" It could be that the vixen had recently been with a todd, and he was picking up the residual scent from her fur, but Day was now fairly confident they were dealing with more than one fox.