Dragoncrest Cliffs with eyes painted gold

Kiwi heard the growl, and did flatten some for a moment, but only one.  She was used to chiding, but at the core knew (from experience so far, however wrong that may be) that no harm would come from the annoyance of the adult, and she could pretty much ignore it.  So she was rather quick to bounce back to her inquisitive learning.

Eske took her through the steps and advice, and she listened closely, carefully noting all of the techniques she gave.  She'd tried finding scent trails, but hadn't thought about looking for their homes to have a better chance.  

When Eske pointed out the warren, she was eager to charge right at it.  She waited, though.  "What d'y do when you find one?" She asked in a puppy whisper, not great but at least quieter than her earlier shouting.