Moonspear steal my sunshine

Toad nodded in reaction to Meerkat, quite sure that the musky scent she had sensed was mule deer. They were common on the mountains — the huntress guessed that they had come closer to the Pale to browse, unable to resist the dew that drifted in with the mists.

Though the girl remained as excitable as ever, Toad had mellowed considerably. Her movements each had purpose and focus. The other two seemed to follow this direction, for Bronco suggested where the smell was coming from. He did it in a way that was logical and sensible, something that he might have been taught from an adult. A small smile crossed her face as Toad followed, moving in Bronco's direction and lifting her snout.

The oily aroma of conifer trees made it hard to disconnect things, but he seemed right. The musk of deer urine was faint but more true where he pointed. She looked at him, eyes softly glazing over the scars on his muzzle before she nodded. Let's chance it! She moved forward, then looked toward Meerkat, wondering how they might act better as a group given their very different set of skills.

Meerkat, I think you'll make an excellent herder; you're super fast, she grinned, following the natural bounce in her smile with her feet. Agile creatures like young Meerkat were perfect to drive the herd toward others, since they could follow the quick changes in direction and had the energy to keep up.