Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

The scent he followed now was stronger, more prominent than the other one — familiar, too, in a way. He slowed as he padded along it, before coming to a complete halt and staring hard at the dirt in confusion. This was not the right trail. Tonravik quickly redirected him back on course with a soft sound and Sitamat spun to follow her again.

He weaved between her legs as they walked, nose to the ground as he mirrored his mother's actions. When she stopped to survey the area, the boy did so too, stubby ears perked as high as they could go as he stood and watched. The odd, almost tantalising smell lingered heavily here, though he couldn't quite figure out what exactly he was smelling. He looked once again up to Tonravik with a quiet, questioning, "buh?"