Overture Downs there's more to see than can ever be seen

Rannoch was putting his children in charge of this hunt, and Breccan felt a thrill of excitement and anxiety thread its way down his spine. Obediently, he began to scent the air, taking this new responsibility very seriously. His nostrils wiggled and when he didn’t smell anything immediately, he lowered his nose to the ground and prepared to begin tracking like Treason had taught him.

But he was interrupted by Deshyr’s shout. He was only mildly and briefly annoyed; he inhaled and detected the same deer odor that she had announced. The small amount of training he had had caused him to draw up short. Yeah, but hold on, he said, glancing at Deshyr as his senses and mind worked together to process the information.

The trail’s not very fresh. These deer might not be here anymore. I bet we can find something better, he said, then quickly added, but good job! He bumped his shoulder amicably against that of his single remaining sister, not wanting to discourage her.