Scenting prey... he could do that. Well, he could try to do that, at least. Warden squared his shoulders and tried to imitate the Warlord's posture. There was something imposing about him, like he wasn't even trying, he just... was. A presence. Warden decides that he would like to have a presence too. He wants to be like his grandfather. Mimicking the movements, the posture, the look.
At Sirius's instruction, Warden closed his eyes. He tipped his muzzle to the wind and took a deep breath in. One, and then another. Thinking, processing. "I can smell squirrels, a bunch of them," Warden spoke confidently. Yes, the squirrels were probably closest to them. "Some kinda bird... turkeys maybe?" That's his best guess, at least. Halo had some turkey feathers in her stash of odds and ends, the ones she'd been cobbling into toys. Eyes still closed, Warden took one more long, deep breath in. "Something big, I don't know if that's deer or moose." He admitted, one eye popping open to look at Sirius. Unsure if he'd gotten it right, but he was doing his best.
