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Okay, so maybe this wasn't as bad a place as he had thought. Or maybe the forest was actually filled with the big, the bad, and the ugly. Larus could smell a very pungent aroma on the wind and was keen to investigate, but at the same time he was apprehensive. His dawdling steps led a roaming nose away from the den once more, but this time towards the flower fields - where an array of colors and smells lay in wait for him. As he navigated, Larus picked up another smell. It was like a wolf, but also not, and instantly caused the boy to worry. He stopped his waddling and gave his surroundings a cursory glance, but... There was nothing there. Just an old log that had turned soft and red; he gave it a poke with one careful paw, and then quickly withdrew as if the decaying object had snapped some unseen teeth in his direction. What was that smell?