Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Haha. Awesome. They were going to go track down an opossum. They had to be somewhere around here. Those things seemed to be like rodents of the swamp. Okay. They were. And since the day had faded into evening, chances were now good that they'd be a little more active than usual.

"I'm just gonna warn ya," he said. "When those things play dead, they're some kind of rancid." The smell was enough to make any wolf wish his nose weren't so keen. And they were vicious... until the whole playing dead thing kicked in. If a wolf could get past that? It was an easy kill. Just kind of nasty.

He lifted his nose. With all the wreckage it was a little difficult to tell what scents existed and what scents were blown in with the storm. Nevertheless, he tracked to the best of his ability and drew them into an area that was a little more wooded. "Smell anything yet?" he asked, curious. Hopefully they'd encounter something soon.