Honeyed Pasture I don't know who to trust

Butterflies were in constant supply in this tiny meadow. They ranged in all sorts of colors and flew on wings of gossamer all around. The youth looked happy with them, and Rodyn could remember how much he loved to chase them once upon a time.

Rodyn wagged his tail back and gave a gentle bow, with a smile.

You want to learn to hunt today little shadow? Rodyn smiled gently at the shadow kissed boy, and he bent a little lower to the ground. He motioned with his head at his paws. 

You want to keep your paws silent, step carefully, watch for any thing you could possibly step underfoot

Rodyn shifted his body showing the youth how to hold his body. You want to scent the air for any type of prey. Rodyn lifted his nose into the air and then down to the ground, his ears lifted and alert, ready to go forward if needed.

He showed the youth his paws again and took a step forward silent, hoping the young shadow would mimic him.