Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

Dragomir was weaving through the trees just beneath the treeline, hot on the trail of a resident beaver, when his ears perked and his attention was piqued by Arcturus' call. The boy wrestled with himself for a second or two, but ultimately decided that attending the Beta's summons was more important. The beaver wasn't going anywhere. Scraping his forepaws artfully on the cold loam in an effort to bookmark his location, the boy turned and loped up and out of the forest and along a narrow ridge to where Arcturus was.

Here he could smell, very faint on an errant wind, what Arcturus had already discovered higher up the mountain. It wasn't a recent scent and he didn't know the name of the creature to whom it belonged. What is it? the young Gamma (?) asked as he slowed before the Beta, referring to both Arcturus' summons and the scent.