The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

"Okay then" the woman said in acknowledgment. Hunting was one of Holly's best skills, she had a good nose for tracking in particular. Fishing she was not as confident in, but she had still had her fair share of wading in rivers and clamping her jaws over those slimy creatures. That was what she had to turn to during food shortages, and so far she had survived.

Dropping her muzzle to the ground the golden one immediately got overrun by scents and her brain followed close behind and sorted them in her mind. Taking only a few seconds, Holly was thrown into the mindless abyss she always entered when tracking. It was like a switch was flipped when she let the smells take over, clouding her senses and dragging her body along for the ride.

Sometimes she wondered if it was strange to others, how maybe she even seemed like a different person entirely.  "West. Deer." was all the lady mumbled just loud enough for Uriel to hear before silently gliding across the ground, hoping her friend would follow.