Cedar Sweep On your own time.

They were working in tadem for a few feet at a time. When Zephrine grew comfortable enough alongside the stranger she focused better on the trail, estimating its trajectory and moving on with sharp strides, only to find her new companion absent. Not wanting to lose the trail, she'd leave herself a clue - scratching the dirt or snapping a small branch with her teeth - and then go to look for him; he was not long away from her, but it became a frequent aspect of their hunt.

It felt like she was scouring the forest for deer as well as the stranger, which was off-putting. After turning at a bend in the trees Zephrine found herself alone yet again and huffed, unaccustomed to being frustrated; she had to get used to hunting with others whether they were pack or not, though, and so she bottled up her feelings and went to find him again.

He was huffing and puffing a few meters back, and she chuffed to draw his attention. By doing so, she also alerted something in the underbrush and as soon as she attempted to garner his attention there is a flurry of movement. A ruddy-red streaks between the trees, birds erupt overhead in a squall.

She twists, striding along the path she had previously abandoned, and then halts to listen.