Lion Head Mesa starlight parade

fortunately for Thutmose, she had actually managed to find a scent. it was faint, as expected, but still there. and that was all Racharra needed to trail after. with that, she turned her deliberating steps into a gallop — not too fast that the wolf behind her couldn't keep up (not like it was hard to catch a pup anyways) but not too slow either. perfect for the sudden rush of adrenaline that shot throughout her body.

the nebet took some time to note the halls, recognizing each one from exploring on her lonesome on the occasion. she wondered what room the trail would lead her towards, and if it was one she would remember. it was like a little test of knowledge for herself, to prove she really was learning.

do you smell it? she asked Thutmose. she wondered if adults had keener senses than cubs, or maybe she hoped her senses would be better than those of a grown wolf.