Okay, well. She could work with this. Hawe wasn’t really arguing with her, and more importantly, seemed amenable to the idea of a little bit of help. Now, this did make the girl wonder, of course, what would happen if an adult caught them inside the borders of the pack. The child would be fine, certainly, but she could be accused of hurting the pup, or pupnapping, or trespassing…the list of potential crimes went on and Little Crow’s mouth twisted to one side. It was definitely better to stay outside the limits.
“Mmm, okay. We can do that,” she agreed, putting her nose towards the earth – and then paused, trotting over to where Hawthorne stood. The yearling shoved her nose in the fuzzy puppy coat and inhaled deeply before setting to work, this time with at least an idea of the kind of smell she was looking for was they traced along the wet ground. “Y’tell me if anythin’ looks familiar, y’hear?” she instructed her new companion, tail swaying back and forth as she waded through all the various forest scents.
As they continued to walk, another thought struck Little Crow. “Hey…y’the alphas’ kid, ‘er somethin’?” she asked, still looking straight ahead. She was on task, after all.