bad hare day
|
Clouse could feel the man's approach behind him, and he tried not to let it show that he was bracing himself. He peeked over his shoulder, sleet-gray eye taking the brightly-colored wolf in as he walked before dropping to the ground again when he reached Clouse's side. While there was nothing comforting about his tone, the words the stranger spoke were reassuring. Clouse tipped his head back to look up at his teacher. "... thank you." He hadn't needed to spend the time on someone else's child at all, much less be much more supportive about it than his own blood. The boy was genuinely grateful. Still, the hare weren't coming back, and it almost frustrated him to think the lesson was already over. Clouse stood and took a few steps forward, testing the air and scanning ahead with his colorless eyes. "Um, what about, like, tracking?" he braved to ask, looking back at the man hopefully. His tail even gave a few expectant wags. "How do I keep trying after I've scared 'em off?" If Clouse couldn't see or smell them, he didn't really know how to find prey or even tell if he was looking in a smart place for clues or just wasting his time. |