Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

He didn't seem to notice her much at first - weird. She suppressed the urge to wave a paw in front of his face or bump his shoulder, and was glad she did because whatever trance he'd been in was gone not long after. Blacking out while hunting in a team seemed a little dangerous, and Nellie could only hope Phox was gonna be alright in the end.

It wasn't a secret that Nellie was a teeny tiny bit accident-prone, from getting stuck in bushes to falling off things, but if there was one thing she could do with relative success, it was having being a huge ass — and tracking. She smirked proudly, nodding just once before beginning her sniffling again. There was Phox scent, her own, the trail they'd lost and just a bit away she was like 90% sure she found a rabbit track. She ignored it at first, wanting to catch more than just a meek bunny, but she couldn't find much else exciting. Just her luck. Ya fancy rabbit? She asked with a knowing smile, head turned to look at wherever Phox had found himself.