Bearclaw Valley it smells like guilt and Chanel No. 5

Marten's voice met her, and Piper immediately slowed her pace to a crawl so that he could close the space between them. Her head swung around to lock onto his features. She smiled, flagging her tail in a welcoming manner to show that she was more than pleased to see him. As he drew closer, he asked if she was out on a patrol. The girl wondered if she should mention that she was searching for Lucas, or if it was best to lie to her brother and try not to dampen the good mood he carried with him. Piper wasn't very good at following common sense. More often than not, what she thought was something that would swiftly fall from her lips.

“I'm actually looking to see if there are any signs of Lucas, or someone who might have seen him,” she responded with a confident nod of her head. “Would you like to come with me?” Piper then invited; she enjoyed the little amounts of time that she got to spend with Marten. He was joyful and sweet, and she had always been fond of him. There was something to be said for the boy's willingness.