Feather

Alaric nose tilted upwards towards the air as he sniffed for a scent of prey. There it was. A medium sized doe was in the area, possibly coming in to drink and nibble on the abundant grass in the area. "I found a scent already." He told Fairytale, nodding to her. He motioned her to follow him his gaze shifting to his cane corsos. "Stay low and stay quiet." He told them, loud enough for Fairytale to here. He would do the same, of course. He lowered himself towards the ground as he followed the scent trails, his cane corsos mimicked his body language as they moved towards the direction of the doe.