Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

*yoinks*

A stale scent rose to the air. Anselm recognized it as carrion and tracked its source somewhere deep in the weld. Overhead the coarse croak of ravens sounded.

It took a few attempts before Anselm was on the right track. At first he had swung south, and discovered the scent had dispersed entirely. Turning back on his own footprints, Anselm came across Mahler's and found himself cheating, for it just so happened his father was going the same way.

Likely, for the very same reason.