"I can track in my sleep." Tsume paused, kneeling to better check the scent before tree-hopping sideways and checking there. The trail picked up again, and she vaulted forward. "Not planning on collapsing, either. Of course, they did tell me you'd be doing all the fighting." She didn't glance back, hating the admission of weakness and knowing if she didn't she could jeopardize their mission. "'Fraid I'm not off medical leave yet, though. So if you'd be good enough not to snap teeth, I'd appreciate it." This time, she flashed a grin over at him--not that he could see it, with her mask on.

"You've been wandering, obviously staying in shape," good shape, though she didn't let that distract her, "and using your chakra. You been in ANBU long enough to get bloody, yet?" More importantly, had he even been fighting ninja-battles? Black-faced Wolf, he'd probably been on vacation. Surely the Hokage wouldn't put his own son on the front lines to get killed, no matter how badly they used to get along or how much the kid begged.

Not that Asuma looked like he ever begged. Men that tall and that muscular didn't have to.