You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog

To say the Archer-Lyall was surprised to be paired with the Lieutenant would be an understatement, but like any good subordinate, she shut her trap and fell in line, easily keeping a step to the left and behind of her feline partner. It was foreign to her, working along someone that wasn’t a wolf, but then again, not a lot that went on here was what she was used to anyway.

She was undoubtedly envious of the easy way Natha scaled trees and the graceful way she found the ground again without a missed step. Sedna’s usual travelling gait had her head turned slightly to the side, one ear tipped forward and the other back, jaws parted to enhance her sense of smell. Sight mattered less on a mission like this to the grey girl, so it seemed they were a good match in that regard, with the other woman’s sharper sight and familiarity with the wolf they were seeking.

There hadn’t been anything even slightly canine, not even a fox, so far as they had travelled already. Grey eyes found the Lieutenant as she spoke and the wolf nodded. "Anyone wantin’ ter cover their tracks’d probably travel through water too. We might be able ter pick something up on th’ banks..."

"speech".