Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

Though he'd probably had kept it from her, it was good she knew now that they were hunting partners for the afternoon. She might've thought him a slacker if he'd just gone about without helping her track at all. Speaking of, the sylph put her nose to the ground and began sniffing around. She'd done it countless times before, looking for mice and rabbit alike, but today she looked for something bigger. She wanted to impress her new packmates after all, and the best way to win the love of people was through their stomachs!

She sniffled about when she found something quite interesting. A deer trail, and it was fresh too. I do believe I've found our dinner. She commented with a proud wiggle of her shoulders. There were tracks to go with what she'd scented, but she'd missed them in her excitement to have found anything at all.