Hoshor Plains gentlelady

I trust your nose, expert tracker. Her voice carried a teasing lilt, but the sincerity behind it was undeniable. I don’t know which is worse, rabbits are fast, but ducks... sneaky little things always flutter away before I get close.

She heaved an exaggerated sigh, lowering her head in mock defeat, though mischief danced in her eyes. Peeking sideways at her companion, she let a slow smile creep across her face. Hopefully, a bit of humor would soften the reality of her less-than-stellar hunting skills, especially in the eyes of the Mayfair.

While he scouted for something edible, she turned her own focus to the earth, pressing her nose low to the ground. Chamomile. If she couldn’t match his tracking prowess, she could at least find something useful for him. Determination set her jaw as she searched.