Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

A blush flushed her cheeks underneath her fiery fur - she smirked proudly, shaking her mane and sticking her chest out just a little as she followed him. "not bad" wasn't exactly a compliment, but she perceived it as such. She liked compliments, mainly because she didn't get many, and coming from Phox it was just; wow. Despite her apparent clumsiness sometimes, she was a fine hunter for her age. Nothing special is what she would describe it, but useful in the long run. However, now she was gunning to impress Phox.

She observed him from his flank, lowering her muzzle to the ground to smell what he was smelling. She, too, picked up on the scent trail rather easily but couldn't help getting a whiff of "Phox fragrance" - the name he should definitely use if he was ever gonna put out a perfume - and it distracted her a little. She didn't get the time to think about why it had distracted her, because she assumed her instructor had seen or heard something that sent him into a frenzy. She raced after him, trying her best to pass him from his right to get the first pounce in.