Raschen had retreated to the foothills surrounding the Home gate, having left many steps in different directions to confuse the tracking skills of her Hase companion, knowing the long eared scout would spot his presence there. He smirked, somewhat happily, to see that the fiery maned Hume out of the gates once more, his emerald eyes following her movements, his skilled nostrils following her undeniable scent. The scent of water and rust. To many a pungent odor but to him, to a warrior, a perfume.  He noted the scent of the Hase, the scent of rotting gardens and leather. He huffed.<br/><br/>"why must you interupt my enjoyment..."<br/><br/>he then blinked at a paw on his shoulder ripping him back, one of the other scouts of the Kuguar staring down at him.<br/><br/>"what do you do out here in the hills when you are to be on camp grounds, Raschen!" shouted Loz, his commanding officer and elder brother.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Raschen looked up at him, laid on his back, padding his paw-tips together nervously and looking away.<br/><br/>"erm...reconnaissance? "<br/><br/>Loz huffed, pulling him away and to his feet, dragging him back to camp, Raschen watching the fiery maned Hume quietly as he was pulled away, the Hase spotting him far in the distance, able to track his curious and intrigued gaze to the curvaceous Hume he guarded.