Golden Glade saw the deer before it saw me,

Tapat's ears fell when he heard the words 'still Silas', his face followed quickly. He looked like a kicked puppy. "I'm sorry. I forget things." Tapat also didn't know why he was forgetting certain things, he seemed to remember his family quite well. Silas. Silas. Silas. He repeated mentally, not wanting to forget the name again.

The youngster nodded. "Oh yes! Right! Tracking. Scents!," he spoke. He just needed to repeat it a lot and then he would remember. The pup put his nose the ground and found an older scent of his mother. His tail began to wag. "This way!," he let out and then ran in the wrong direction. However he stopped when the footsteps went the other way. He turned around and ran in the other direction, this time it seemed to be the right one. He wanted to remember this time.

He tried to keep his focus, though the chirping birds sometimes distracted him, though as the scent got stronger he seemed to be able to focus on it more. "There!," he cried out happily and wagged his tail.