She watched as Cuirass leaped to the ground and stretched out like a cat. Honestly, it was a sight to see as he made his descent. Menkhet was not adept at climbing trees and even if she could, her massive bodice would make the decent far too difficult. As Cuirass' grin grew and his tail wagged Menkhet gazed at him with intrigue until he revealed that they would be hunting. The russet male pressed onward and she issued an excited shrill prowling forward wondering what they would be hunting for. After all, Menkhet rarely experienced hunting and presumed this would be one that relied on her skills and adaptability.
When Cuirass paused and turned his head towards her, Menkhet paused in a half-step once he started speaking. While she had learned about tracking the multihued girl would not say that she was best, however, at the very least she understood the basics. With a small chuff and nod, she slid past Cuirass. Nose hovered slightly above the ground, Menkhet had begun to follow the oddly familiar scent for a foot or so.