Moonspear steal my sunshine

Bronco's attention shifted to Toad, who had the sort of look of concentration on her face that meant she was sniffing and thinking. He wasn't long to tilt his head back and start sniffing the air, to see what he picked up. Of course, the scent of wet earth and saturated green grass were potent- but once Toad Amelia mentioned it, he could smell the woodsy scent of deer, and found himself straying from the spot, dithering this way and that as he tried to gauge the wind and find where the scent was coming from. 

"I'd think," He said, though he didn't want to sound too sure. He didn't want to lead them in the wrong direction, just so that it looked like he knew what he was doing in front of Toad Amelia. But he had a good feeling. "Down the slope, the wind's-" He said, and meandered a few steps in one direction, and then another. "Yeah, I think from thataway, what d'you think?" He asked, calling for a second- and third- opinion.