like linen on fire

Out of all his children, Asahi was the quietest, the most unknown to him, he intended to change that. Moving through the long and winding corridors of the maze, it was easy for him to locate and follow her scent trail. A little meandering, her steps playful, as he'd expected. She was a good pup, he could not outwardly think of anything about her that rubbed him the wrong way, she was a child and behaved as you'd expect one to. Nothing wrong with that, even Hattori was reasonable enough to concede to that.

He was closer now, could hear her paws crunching against the leaf litter.What was she doing?