Silver Creek red sky in morning

The lack of hesitation he held when replying to her took her by some measure of surprise. She'd been expecting the same general answer, but perhaps with more of a lilt, maybe a crack in his voice that would tell her he had just as much faith in her success as she did in herself. But there was none of that. He was quick and direct, even used Hale as a very, very good example that yes, she'd be capable of providing for herself some day.

She thought about it for a moment, her eyes lifting whenever he spoke. Then, "Was that how Hale did it, you think? Stealth?" Because she could do that. She was nothing if not quiet and careful, meticulous in where she placed her paws. It had never occurred to her that she could use that natural disposition for anything other than sneaking around, but hunting was definitely a start.

Ole asked if she could smell anything, and she paused to flare her nostrils, test the air. But she was so out of practice, her senses dulled by the stuffy air of all the dens she'd rested in, that she could only smile meekly at him. "Only you," she admitted.