((OOC - Hey guys, Toxic put me in this group, so here I am xD Sorry I haven't replied before... Bella and Melline both have standard (quad) and anthro forms, Merpsichore only has a quad form. I hope they get along with the rest of the party xD))
Merpsichore bounded through the trees, free of her leash but still wearing her muzzle. Though she was an excellent tracker, she could be a little...
rough with her target sometimes. In this instance, that happened to be the band of monster hunters who had set out ahead of the trio. It was hoped they hadn't gotten too far into the forest, but she would find them, wherever they were. She had been hot on their trail, and now she let out a high-pitched whistle of excitement; they were near, she could tell...
She was thrown off track a little when a new scent assaulted her nostrils; like blood, but... different. Very different. She sped up with excitement, not heeding the commanding call of Bella and the frustrated shout of Melline as they tried to catch up with her...
Finally seeing a trail and what she presumed to be her target, she leapt in front of the group and made happy chirping noises, to alert the others to her find...
Bella strode out from between the trees to join Merpsichore on the path, and wasted no time in scolding the tracker and replacing the leash on her, to which Merpsichore whined and her tails drooped. Sending her one last glare, she strode up to (what she presumed to be) the leader of the group, and sized him up before introducing them: "Good evening. I presume you are the other monster hunters in Team One, yes? We have also been assigned to this group; forgive our late arrival and Merpsichore's impudence - she lost her head at what I assume is blood from whatever we're hunting. I am Bella, and behind me is Melline, my companion."
At this, Melline strode out of the treeline - where her camouflage was working beautifully; it was as if her fur had been genetically designed to blend in anywhere - and came to stand just behind Bella, stroking Merpsichore's head, which unfortunately caused her to make a loud high-pitched crooning sound and resulted in another of Bella's famous glares, which Melline held her chin up defiantly against, though she dropped her hand and ceased stroking Merpsichore.
Merpsichore's nostrils sniffed; she could smell more blood, leading into the forest, and she whined quietly, not wanting to anger Bella more, but wanting to carry on down the winding trail, to see what the smell was coming from...