Bearclaw Valley woodland spirit

There were many smells that passed through the mental sieve, but none of them called Nuna's interest or stood out as more extraordinary compared to the rest. Now and then she shot the dark-pelted man an inquiring look, once she sneezed and finally tired from all the energy it took to focus, she flopped down on her bum and yawned. This had been less exciting than she had expected. Her back was turned to the older packmate and she did not grace him with a look from her for a while, until she craned her head backwards (like this) to see, if he had come up with something more exciting.