Golden Glade Don't let them make the horse noise

He wasn't expecting to cross paths with one of the younger members of the path this day -- or at least this close to the edge of the pack.  She seemed to be really entranced by some trail on the ground.  He assumed it was a scent trail, for obvious "ants are very small" reasons.  He did pause his step a moment and she seemed to notice him at about the same time.

Quixote, was his quick correction, but obviously it didn't weigh too hard on him, as he continued right on to something else entirely in the next breath. Found an interesting scent, have you?  It wasn't like he was right up standing an inch from her to be able to see.  He had started slowly walking over so they'd be at a nice conversational distance.  Hopefully whatever she was tracking wasn't fascinating enough to lead out of the territory -- though he wasn't sure exactly what limitations Rannoch and Liffey put on their youngsters, he wasn't going to let one wander on out to the wilderness beyond unescorted if she was determined to go that way.  Chances are he wasn't going to notice the trail of ants unless pointed right at it.