Honeyed Pasture I don't know who to trust

Another nod, another smile, and this time, a gentle wag of his tail. Rodyn seemed a great hunter, and father had seemed to approve of him, too, even if he hadn’t let him stay in the Weald.

Melaneus had seen Rodyn’s stealth the day they had first met, and he had been practicing since then, knowing what he learned would come in useful someday, though not quite knowing how to apply it. But Rodyn showed him and told him similar instructions today, and the boy did his best to mimic his mentor - and most importantly, to keep his excitement at bay!

After shadowing the way he scented the air (and trying to smell anything besides wildflowers and mother’s scent line), Melaneus glanced up to Rodyn and followed him with a step forward, then another, eyes shifting to watch the ground, and tongue crooked out of his mouth in concentration.

I reckon he’s making some mistakes, feel free to decide what they are and to correct them!