Blackfoot Forest like a record baby

The scent of blood entered her nostrils and Laurel licked her lips involuntarily. She realised only then that she was getting hungry; it'd been a bit of a journey here, and though she had not crossed the mountains to further look for her son, Laurel knew it was a way back to Easthollow again, too. She could do with a meal. It seemed fate was kind to her, as she was lead straight to it.

The scent of blood mingled with that of coyote, as she came closer. Laurel sniffed the air as she came to the end of the trail and looked around, searching for its source. She stood and sniffed a few times before she started in the direction of the tree, slowly closing in on his hiding place by following her nose.