Spiderlily bobbed her head in an overeager manner, almost knocking her own damn self over when the exuberance knocked her equilibrium off.

Yeah, just a cold. That’s totally all it was, she was sure. She could absolutely hunt a deer, could show to her family that they could worry less about her, could let her go it alone more often without the worry that she’d keel over somehow. Courage licked at her chest like flames, and she trudged along behind Dimitri, doggedly listening to every word.

Stay behind. Go for the legs. Don’t get headbutted. Got it. She repeats, gaze focused. She can’t smell right now, or really ever, but she can see damn well enough to make up for it in her eyes. And if she couldn’t, well, she wasn’t going to tell this adult who was going to let her hunt a deer with him that she couldn’t smell anything. That was a weenie move, and she wasn’t a weenie.