Greatwater Lake and like weeds do he only came and grew back again

Oh yeah, this running was definitely wild panic. And it stopped as suddenly as it started, Mal screeched to a halt.

The scent? Oh duh, dammit -- why didn't he actually suggest that earlier. Well, Mal wasn't gonna be in MENSA any time soon, but it was one of those cases where he really needed to speak his mind because he had a good idea. Some of the panic had transferred a little to Mal so his reply was a little less calm from before, but maybe it was just him catching his breath and hoping to blurt everything out before Phillip took off again, Roll in the snow -- like really, really roll. It should wash most of it off. -- Or you'd have to have it groomed off but... He took like half a step forward again and immediately stepped back again, Go with the snow? If he didn't want help up, then he definitely wasn't gonna want Mal to touch him, would he?