Wapun Meadow A Hunting Lesson

Kipling had taken her time drinking not only to refresh herself, but also to contemplate her failed hunt just a few moments before. It was nice that Red wasn't insisted on it, but the fact that it was her fault lingered, and she sought to critique her own mistakes despite the advice the coywolf had offered her. Swiping her tongue over her nose as she lifted her head from the creek to acknowledge the rare event of her friend speaking. 'Use your nose.' Well, better than using my ass, she snipped inwardly to herself amused at the piece of advice, though still grateful for every inch of guidance the she-wolf was willing to provide her with. Ultimately this all went towards her survival, it was now very apparent to Kipling she couldn't just half ass everything like she had done in her youth. Shit was serious now. Nodding that she understood everything, she sighed turning her sights to the meadow that surrounded them. It was very wide and she didn't know where to start. Sorting scents, that was instinctual, but it still took a good amount of skill to pick them apart, especially when the perfume of summer blossoms was so pungent in the air. Perhaps she'd been putting too much thought into this, trying to please her teacher. It took a few minutes, continuously pausing to check that the scent wasn't stale or crossed and mistaken for a similar creature, but soon enough the smell of sweet grass and rabbit intermingled coherently. This was it. A few leagues away at this point Kipling's tail flagged upwards behind her. Found it!