Flycatcher Downs you might listen to too much jimmy buffett

perfect! <3

indra's muzzle snapped upwards as she heard nebula gasp, and then watched her dart along some unseen path with all of her attention outpoured into that single task. the redleaf felt her heart patter wildly, and recklessly she tore after the pied wolf and thrust her face along the ground in hopes she would pick up whatever scent had excited nebula.

try as she might, indra could not glean any information from the mix of scents in the ground: every now and then there seemed something faint, but it was wispy as smoke and twice as elusive. a new wave of crushing defeat overtook indra, who sat on the ground rather dejectedly as nebula's posture flagged; she did not fault the girl for her excitement, for it had been indra who let her own hopes get up. in morose silence indra breathed deep of the deciduous forest, and said nothing.