Lost Creek Hollow my k key is sticky

Well, fuck. He'd caught a faint trace after all. He wished more than ever that Lexi were here beside him, so that he could slant a glance in her direction just to say I told you so. But the short split had been summarily agreed on, and now he wouldn't be able to say it until they met up again. Which was a shame, but not the end of the world.

He sniffed around the old den site, catching faint whiffs of Terance and many nameless others. As good as it felt to have his hunch confirmed, it seemed he was not all that much closer to seeing his old friend. These scents were deep, but old enough that they didn't seem to lead anywhere. Terance had lived here, but he didn't anymore, and the lighter traces of them actually exiting the territory were now gone, or else too faint for Sloan to detect.

He found an old, musty bone and picked it up, deciding that here was as good a place as anywhere to sit down for a rest. He moved away from the center of the territory and the slowly-decaying scent of Terance and found himself tasting another pack's borders on the breeze. He'd check in there tomorrow, he thought, after he'd had a chance to rest his legs and chew on this nice bone.

There was no hurry, right?