There were rogues here, a few of them in fact, Seeker could smell as he skirted around the edge of the hollow. Wary of groups, even small ones, even after such a positive encounter with Catrine. He didn’t know if he was just due some good luck and a kind face, but he’d been grateful, nonetheless.
Theo would have liked her.
Seeker padded very cautiously over the grass, ever alert for that one elusive scent, for anything - a stray white tuft of fur caught on a bush, a pawprint the right size, the scent he hadn’t forgotten even after weeks. Doggedly he tracked more towards the center of the hollow. He told himself to stop being such a coward. A few rogues had probably banded together in a sheltered spot for winter. That didn’t mean they were dangerous. Storm was right over the river and Sonya he had last scented on this side, so she was probably close by.
There was no need to be such a basket case!
It was about that time he picked up a scent he knew - not the one he’d been tracking, and he snorted in horror and reared his back, frantically exhaling and trying to clear the very unwanted scent out of his nostrils.
That snooty princess from when he’d first been looking for Theo that accused him of being loud or waking her up and sneered he wouldn’t survive because he hadn’t laughed at her seriously not-funny joke. Sienna.
Aug 27, 2017 06:59 AM
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