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Whether or not the girl took her advice and relaxed—most likely not—they proceeded to the task at hand. Wildfire took point, leading the way through the towering trees even as she lowered her nose to skim for scents on the forest floor. There were many, of course, though few were of any interest and even fewer were fresh enough to pursue. But then a rather musky odor assaulted her nostrils and the Feisripa stilled suddenly, motioning for Furi to follow suit.

She took a moment to inspect the scent trail, then scan the area with her eyes. The marten wasn't in sight, though it could be just around the corner. It would be quick and agile prey, so they needed to be careful in their approach. Wildfire licked her chops as she considered various strategies, all while peering at Furi introspectively ever few seconds, as if gauging how she would best fit into certain game plans.

"I think a simple ambush is our best bet. We'll follow the scent—you right behind me—and then attack on sight." She paused, black tail giving a ponderous twitch. "Unless you have any ideas you'd like to throw on the table?"