Duskfire Glacier free of questions

the pale youth moved among the grass like a white mist, drifting here and there without lull in his purpose. he seemed to be stalking something, and after wavering around appeared to have found a scent and followed with with instinctive cunning.

she startled as he sneezed; and then sneezed again, and again -- yet as he finally came upon her and laid his eyes on her form she was subdued again, her bright orange eyes meeting his with silent confidence. "who what?" she yipped, her long triangular ears pressed adorably forward.