Hey Momma
10-29-2015, 01:47 PM
As they moved from the den Motif would take a moment to marvel at her daughters sure footing and burst of confidence. She couldn't help the grin that curved her lips upwards and impulsively turned her head to nuzzle at her daughters neck, blowing a raspberry in the fur at the back of her head. She pulled away and grinned at Vail, through she couldn't see it perhaps she could here the catch of joy in her breath. Her daughter was growing up, and one of these days she would have to wake up and see it. “Alright, first thing for a hunt is the patience part, little one. Lift your head to the wind and search for scents, remember how that mouse Rhythm always brought smelled? The scent of its warm blood beneath its skin? That is the scent of prey. We will walk slowly, and silently until we find ourselves that scent, ok? So keep sniffing” she told Vail. |
