The sound of hooves announces her presence in the park before anything else, the sharp sound of unshod hooves on stone path, trotting closer. Curious if she could find him that way Konoha is trying to sniff him out, smelling for bird or crow and trying to pick anything out from the groves itself that she can, scenting the wind every few feet and adjusting her direction, tail alert beneath the fabric work over her rear for modesty amongst humans.
This way? Over... here?
It’s taking a while, but to her credit she’s going in the right direction?]
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The sound of hooves announces her presence in the park before anything else, the sharp sound of unshod hooves on stone path, trotting closer. Curious if she could find him that way Konoha is trying to sniff him out, smelling for bird or crow and trying to pick anything out from the groves itself that she can, scenting the wind every few feet and adjusting her direction, tail alert beneath the fabric work over her rear for modesty amongst humans.
This way? Over... here?
It’s taking a while, but to her credit she’s going in the right direction?]