Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Kero wrinkled his nose. Thinking on it, he wasn't quite sure which was worse. Skunks were some kind of rancid. Opossums? "They rank right up there with them," he confirmed. Their survival mechanism wasn't fooling around. When they played dead, they played dead, complete with a full fledged fainting for hours at a time as they faked rigor and woke up later only to crawl off. Those creatures were foul with their theatrics. At least with skunks? Those a wolf knew well to stay away from their back end.

Where Kero was looking, he'd overlooked the scent of one. Luke was lucky enough to find something foul. The red wolf padded over to sniff the tree. Sure enough, that was the scent of opossum. Kind of like skunk, but with a twist of something uniquely them. "Nah. That's one alright." He stepped back, gazing into the branches as he peered upwards. They wouldn't be able to get a 'possum that was tree-bound, but chances were it'd scaled the trees and touched back down to the ground somewhere.

A rustle in the leaves sounded like a good opportunity. He nudged Luke's shoulder and pointed with his nose towards the sound. With a quick nod of his head, Kero stalked it from the ground. If they could stay quiet and out of sight, they might be able to keep undercover until it grew brave enough to scavenge the earth again.