Being upwind from Quin, Felcia couldn't scent him. Much less the kill his was guarding. Felcia kept trotting on, pretty much content with her day so far. At that exact moment, a pink and yellow butterfly flew in front of her. Smiling she started to chase it, giggling all the while. She knew she looked like a small pup and didn't care. Felcia play-stalked the butterfly until it fly over a rock. There she jump up onto the rock, and launched herself into the air, pawing at the flying bug. She landed in a giggling heap of black and brown fur.



