Firefly Glen I believe.

"if he gives it," chakliux grunted. there was no sign of the joking boy he had been a moment ago. every muscle was devoted to the hunt. the scarred man dipped low till belly all but brushed the earth and stalked like he had seen the great cats do in the summer places.
the wind shifted and here it was now, the faintest tinge of fox-scent on the air. chakliux glanced with a fierce eagerness at ciri and began to hunt forward, head low and eyes burning across the terrain.