Witch's Marsh After the foxes have known our taste

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Larus was invested in his investigation and was oblivious to the stranger that patrolled so near to his position; his nose was full of that musty animal scent, and his entire body was engaged in a lowly stalking maneuver. The path was obvious at first. A large swath of greenery had been exposed by something pulling away the snow, but as soon as his path tapered towards this clue, the path seemed to vanish. At first Larus thought he had gone the wrong way - that he had been misled - and so he doubled back and rechecked his findings.

But no, it seemed as if the path led to a collection of pines, and the scent was thinned beneath them. He could smell the wet scent of muddy soil easily enough, and it was perfumed by the needles scattered throughout. The animal smell was present but it was thin, and Larus was at a loss. He rounded about the trees a few times before growing tired and frustrated with his efforts, and came out the other side from the shadows, snorting to rid his nose of the pine scent and shaking his scruff to relieve his mild irritation.