Haunted Wood Home

His searches drove him into a nearby forest that he didn't like the atmosphere of. Hackles prickled as he entered it, but when he was moving through it, the feeling in his gut settled down again and he was actually beginning to enjoy the solitude this forest offered. He guessed it was so quiet because it was creepy as fuck, so everyone stayed far away from it. At first he thought Lazarus was surely not here, but then he figured it was the perfect place for him to hide — away from the world, in a creepy place no one wanted to be.

Nose to the ground, he searched for any traces of a scent trail. He ended up finding one, but it didn't take long for him to realise it wasn't Lazarus. Yet he was curious what someone else was doing in this forest anyway, and so he set on after the trail until he eventually reached a child. He wondered what she did here at first, but then remembered his own wanderlust as a child; he'd loved exploring. He felt suddenly protective and responsible for the child — what with having his own pups under way — so he approached her neutrally and asked with friendly intonation: "Hey, whatcha doing here?"