Haunted Wood with a whisper

The low hum of the gentle rain is constant noise in his ears, so is the feeling of cold droplets of water falling onto his pelt. Paws walk through the soggy ground ripe with mud, sticks, and other common debris found lying around the forest floor. He’s been searching for the piebald wolf for about an hour now, with no luck. Even though luck isn’t always on his side, when he was approaching the point of possible return, a hint of the other scent peeks through the cracks. Picking up his gait to a trot he follows it eagerly. Only to see in the distance beneath a fallen tree a ball of white fur. 

“Clarence?” Santi asks curiously. Then upon further investigation he realizes that–yes, it is Clarence. Instantly his demeanor changes, a winning smile greats his muzzle and he laugh erupts from him. “I’ve been looking for you, amor.” He exclaims lowering his upper body to slink beneath the tree to nose at the others shoulder. “I see I’ve found your hidding place.”