Haunted Wood Magic Jubilee

Ghosts Birk did not meet. Neither there were trolls, grand forest beasts or devil himself. After a little bit of wandering through the trees and checking here and there for smaller rodents or, if luck would have it, a rotting carcass, old bones, for example, he veered back to the point, where he had started his journey.

A whiff of strong, fresh smell of another wolf hit his nostrils and immediately he was interested in, who the guy was and all the other relevant information that canines can learn from reading the scent marks of the others of their kind. Birk did not have to look far - there was the first mark on the nearest tree and after a good moment spent at examining the spot, he positioned himself in the best way, lifted his leg and peed all over it. 

Then he went on and found the next spot - did the same, and thus step by step the male Gretel was catching up with the Hansel, who - as it soon turned out - was leaving the figurative bread-crumbs not far off.