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The geese could sense him coming. It wasn't for lack of trying, obviously — but Dingo had never been a particularly somber individual. His knack for causing a fuss often led to his belly remaining empty, but he always found his way. This time, the geese scattered long before he reached them. It took so much concentration not to lose his balance and careen down the hillside that the birds were gone when he arrived, a chorus of distant honks being all that he had earned for his trouble. 

Dingo circled the area for a minute or so, sniffing at the ground or at the trees, and eventually gave up. He cast his head back to try and spot the pale woman on the ridge, but as soon as he did that he lost his balance — vertigo taking hold of his brain and making him foggy and confused. He stumbled in to a patch of trees and was gone, with nothing but a rustle of the branches (and a distant expletive) to show the way.