Post by Kiko on Oct 18, 2011 9:57:42 GMT -5
Kiko stuck her nose into the dirt. She sneezed. She shook her head. She paced around in a circle. Then, without any further investigation buried her shoulder into the tall grass beside the path and wormed around on her back. She thoroughly coated her spine, head, and rear end with the scent in the wet grass before scrambling back to her feet.
She had left the tree house before dawn to explore. For the most part she had followed the edge of the lake where Grayell kept his yacht. But, once gaining higher ground she had spotted deer and had taken off inland to follow them. Nothing she did brought any down which didn’t bother her; it was exhilarating all the same. She could have spent hours with her nose in the air. It was so much more sensitive than she could have possibly believed.
It was why she was here. Once inland any sign of human habitation was miniscule and any paths created were mostly deer. Kiko had come across a hastily abandoned camp. Wood was knocked over on one side of the open area, the fire pit dug into the earth at the center still smoldering; a quick search produced a small pool of blood and bits of skin on the opposite side of the wood pile. In addition, the acrid tang in the air that had brought her here was overpowering. Whether it was a hunter or trapper or tanner she could not decide. But, whoever it was; had pulled a full narrow cart behind them. The path was studded with deep ruts and pointed back in the general direction of Wistvale, too.
She nosed at the dirt some more. The scent was unfamiliar. She sneezed once again, and her ears swiveled forward. This time of day the only things moving around were the smaller animals on the forest floor. Though, occasionally, a bird call broke through the creaking sway of the trees. Kiko stood up on two legs. She went back over the abandoned camp. Still, her human eyes and hands saw no more clues than the wolf. [/font][/size]
She had left the tree house before dawn to explore. For the most part she had followed the edge of the lake where Grayell kept his yacht. But, once gaining higher ground she had spotted deer and had taken off inland to follow them. Nothing she did brought any down which didn’t bother her; it was exhilarating all the same. She could have spent hours with her nose in the air. It was so much more sensitive than she could have possibly believed.
It was why she was here. Once inland any sign of human habitation was miniscule and any paths created were mostly deer. Kiko had come across a hastily abandoned camp. Wood was knocked over on one side of the open area, the fire pit dug into the earth at the center still smoldering; a quick search produced a small pool of blood and bits of skin on the opposite side of the wood pile. In addition, the acrid tang in the air that had brought her here was overpowering. Whether it was a hunter or trapper or tanner she could not decide. But, whoever it was; had pulled a full narrow cart behind them. The path was studded with deep ruts and pointed back in the general direction of Wistvale, too.
She nosed at the dirt some more. The scent was unfamiliar. She sneezed once again, and her ears swiveled forward. This time of day the only things moving around were the smaller animals on the forest floor. Though, occasionally, a bird call broke through the creaking sway of the trees. Kiko stood up on two legs. She went back over the abandoned camp. Still, her human eyes and hands saw no more clues than the wolf. [/font][/size]