Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

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After Bazi's instructions, Njal gave a curt nod and began to march through the trees. His head was high, his nose wiggling slightly as he searched the air for any trace of fox musk; then, when he found something of value, he changed his route. The forest parted for him the way a strong wave parts for a boulder; crackling around him as if to pull him down, but failing. Njal picked up his pace as the smell intensified, bludgeoning his way across roots and through the mossy undergrowth of the forest until - with a suddenly sharpness - there was activity. Red flashes in the dark prompted the wolf to snap his teeth, to herd the foxes out of hiding. Hopefully the other two were ready to intercept.