Dawnlark Plains pretend you know this song

He scoffed, momentarily meeting Alejandro’s gaze before turning away. You underestimate me, was his response, a subtle twinge of amusement in his voice. 

McBride prided himself on being self-sufficient, navigating scent trails was a breeze. The problem was locating said scent in the first place. Tahoe ambled forth, wasting no time. Blades of dewy grass tickled his nostrils as he stooped, closely inspecting the fields for any faint signs an ungulate had passed through.