Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

In his peripheral vision, he noticed that she moved, but he allowed her the freedom to explore the scent herself without being watched. She was young, perhaps- younger than most who went out on their own- but seemed self-sufficient. Whatever her story was, it was hers to keep; Tumbleweed wasn't the sort to dwell on another canine's history, anyway. It was a thing he rarely expected from anyone to begin with. Her cooperation spoke more than her history ever might. 

He cast a glance up to the hawk, curious about what it might be thinking, and if it considered watching them at all. Of course, if it was a greedy creature, it could always follow them and then swoop in on their prey- but he felt inclined to believe that most creatures were benevolent in nature. The hawk might very well become an ally, at least for Citrine if for no one else. 

He could smell birds- more specifically, roadrunners. They were quick, but often got flustered especially if attacked by more than one canine. He began to move forward, eyes on the horizon line to catch any faint movement that might indicate they were getting closer.