Bitterroot Valley The Sheep and the Goats

Quick response. This was good. Barrett needed to move, and he needed to move now, lest his head and heart erupt in scarlet synchronisation.
Barrett followed Sega. Following prey-trail. Barrett's mind slipped in and out of focus, his face hard, tail twitching behind him as they went.
The elk herd's scents were strong. Them, and the plentiful amounts of young bulls in rut, fighting for dominance and impression amongst the cows. Barrett scoffed internally at the thought, but found that he probably wasn't too far off from acting a buck himself. Sure was a little dumb, in the same way.
Was sure, too, that Twitch would crease her face and laugh, and agree with such a thing, but still, there would be a warmth behind her words. Or, at least, a warmth that he wished for. His brows drew together, now.
Thinking rather visibly, in fact, as they followed the scents and the trails.