Cedar Sweep On your own time.

rolled to see if they scurred the deer away; they did not!

Ears twisted to her call, his head lifting to aim in her direction, the irritation that had been directed inward melting away to give light to the curiosity. Unaware that his studies and attempts festered a gentle animosity within her breast, Stjornuati stills at the furor that descended upon the forest, knowing enough that a halt of movement was the best chance they had at salvaging their hunt.

Seconds passed, stretching long in the depth of the forested land; were they here a minute? an hour? Time would blur as the man finally began to move, careful to step softly towards his partner in hunting, glancing to her momentarily before his nose began to work, twitching gently as the male sampled the air.

No small miracle was served to the pair, the scent still strong and present. Whatever creature had fled was not their mark. A gentle nudge of his shoulder against hers was given to garner attention, a short, purposeful motion of his head indicating that she should leadd. From here, he would follow the female, trusting her in this practice more than he trusted himself.