Haunted Wood it’s a blue world without you (alone)

Clarence smiled as the kid copied him, tail waving in a high arc above his back. He padded along, trying to catch any scent of Conquest in the process, but failing. It had been so long since the pup had gone missing. 

A bit after starting the search, Clarence caught wind of something interesting. Not the pup, but the smell of a rodent. A weasel, though Clarence had no idea what it was called. The little creature was crawling through the grass up ahead, clearly trying to hunt, and Clarence nudged Famine. "Look," he whispered, angling his ears toward the creature.