Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

While carefully scanning the grasses for any stomped down trail that might indicate something large walking by, his eyes caught the signature silver-grasses pointing in the direction of travel. Something walked by, he could see it. But was it fresh? He couldn't tell... Looking over to Lumiya, as she approached his visual tracks, his suspicions were confirmed. 

Bingo. 

I was hoping you'd smell it. He kept his voice down, worried that if the trail was fresh enough, yelling out would just scare it away and ruin their chances before the hunt even began. I see where the trail leads, come on, keep me updated on how strong the scent gets and I will keep my eyes on the horizon. He'd remain close to Lumiya's side, being her eyes while she was his nose.