Hideaway Strath To be and not to be

A strange scent caught his nose and he followed it for a ways along his borders, stopping in a clup of bushes. He nosed about, his nose crinkling at the horrid smell. Finally he found the source and he stared down on it with a disturbed face. It was a rat -- a dead one -- and it was rotting. He tilted his head to avod getting more of the smell in his nose as he shoveled some dirt atop it before before pissing. That would do, besides, what better than to mask it with his lovely scent? He chuckled inside to his srcastic joke before plodding on.

A snowy figure then appeared and he later identified her as Aspen. A smile crept across his face as he gazed at the pretty woman, noting her swollen stomach. "Aspen! It's nice to see you," he trotted over to nudge her shoulder respctfully, letting her mention her news herself.