Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

The father watched on proudly as Kieran got stuck in and began to find his way through the many aromas that lingered within the Cuesta, his golden eyes observing how the boy pursued the bird's trail to eventually get caught up in the other scents that criss-crossed many times over, causing the young wolf to loose the trail for only a moment. But with patience, the mercenary continued to watch as his son ventured onward, finding and following the scent of the dusty bird once again.

As the boy stopped and lifted his head from the ground, Sylvas turned his attention to Grayday for a second and merely smiled before glancing back over to his son, giving him a quick nod for him to do the same that Gray had. He was almost unable to contain the excitement, but offered a light wag of his tail as the time grew nearer and the mercenary too, lowered himself to a crouch, gold eyes staring ahead into the flora, nose twitching at the strong aroma of dinner just meters away.