[He tenses when she first moves off--almost ready to follow her, not content to wait, too eager to chase and to be with her and and and--
But stay, right, stay, and he sinks back, quivering, eyes following her for as long as he can.
Staying takes a great deal of willpower and focus, but he stays perfectly statue still, as if she's going to double back to check on him, as if she might know that he moved if he moves, and he can't move, not until--
THE WHISTLE and there it is, and with an eager bark, Padfoot springs to his feat and goes tearing off in the direction that Raven went. He can smell her, he can he can he can, even over all the good interesting weird wet green plant smells of the Garden around him, he can smell her still, and it's like a blue path, a Raven-path, almost as clearly as if it's marked out on the ground--there she went, and here, and turned, and no no no back back there, and he has to slow a little to sniff at the ground but--
But then it stops, suddenly, right in front of a tree, and there's no more smell but it's still here, and he twists around, his tail wagging hard, and he barks again. Where!, and when she doesn't answer he whines a little, and barks once more. Where where where!]
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But stay, right, stay, and he sinks back, quivering, eyes following her for as long as he can.
Staying takes a great deal of willpower and focus, but he stays perfectly statue still, as if she's going to double back to check on him, as if she might know that he moved if he moves, and he can't move, not until--
THE WHISTLE and there it is, and with an eager bark, Padfoot springs to his feat and goes tearing off in the direction that Raven went. He can smell her, he can he can he can, even over all the good interesting weird wet green plant smells of the Garden around him, he can smell her still, and it's like a blue path, a Raven-path, almost as clearly as if it's marked out on the ground--there she went, and here, and turned, and no no no back back there, and he has to slow a little to sniff at the ground but--
But then it stops, suddenly, right in front of a tree, and there's no more smell but it's still here, and he twists around, his tail wagging hard, and he barks again. Where!, and when she doesn't answer he whines a little, and barks once more. Where where where!]