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Suddenly, their fun little bear hunt became more serious. Finley couldn't identify what the scent belonged to, so she asked Elwood for his input. She motioned towards a tree branch that was strewn haphazardly across the snow; he approached it and lowered his head.

He skimmed his nose across the rough bark, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled and examined the scent with his olfactory sensors. It certainly was different, but he couldn't quite put a finger on its origin, either. With a frown, he gave another sniff, then tentatively placed his paw on the limb, visually scanning it to see if there were any other signs that would indicate what sort of creature had passed by here.

"I smell it too, but I don't know what it is," he said, his brow furrowed as he turned to look at Finley.