Nimona flicks her ears in acknowledgement, allowing herself a second to grin in a way no panther would. Then she's sprinting right behind as they follow the scent.

Little by little, it grows stronger. As it does, Nimona slows, dropping into the half-crouched slink of a cat stalking its prey. Her pupils dilate as she tries to take in every inch of the scene in front of them.

Ahead of them: the soft crunch of leaves.