Moonspear grey area

Caelum whined with a puppy-like excitement as his mother nosed him -- just a few squeaks before settling down -- and his small triangle-shaped ears perked up attentively as she started instructing him about trails. Caelum knew very little about the theory of anything -- he mostly acted on instinct -- and though he seemed to be listening, little of it seeped in. He nodded as she suggested that he had caught wind of her, for this was true, though he did not link any exceptionality to this because for him, this was the default.

Upon her question, he pondered as he looked around and sniffed again. Wet, he said, his voice rough because he only used it when something was asked of him. The rain did not help much, but there was one other thing: Stone, grass, mud. The wetness emphasised a lot of nature's scents such as the mountain's stones and the mud on the floor. Was he a bit further down, closer to its forests, then he also would've smelled the trees.