Moonspear between the bars

At first, her cheery expression faltered and her ears slid back, flat against her head. Others would find it? It wasn’t good enough? Although she knew deep down that she shouldn’t expect to find the perfect place on her first shot, she couldn’t hide the disappointment she felt towards herself—up until he spoke again, anyways.

As if a switch had been flipped, Yama’s ears popped back up and the sorrow was replaced with curiosity. What did her nose tell her? She lowered her snout towards the ground and started taking slow, deep breaths, inhaling all that she could. There was a musky odour encircling the burrow, leading in and out of it, but she wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Cocking her head, she glanced back at Charon with a quizzical look in her eyes. “What is it?” she asked, taking in more of the scent. “I don’t recognise it... should I know?” Did it belong to another member of the pack? No, it definitely wasn’t canine but... but what?