Blackfoot Forest There's an art in life's distractions

Foxes, I think. He had come across traces of them during his initial visit to the forest and thought they'd be too nervous to stick around with wolves present; the fact was, the scents of Djinn and Mercedes had been replaced with stronger fox musk, and having noticed this, Glaukos wondered about them.

He aided Javelina as she walked, moving her towards a path that had been familiar to him. If they continued then they might come upon the camp built for the old man. The forest was meant as a pit stop until they'd eaten and rested enough to try for the bypass.

Might be what's for dinner. He motioned to a patch of ferns where a tangle of red fur looked to be caught. Or after some sleep I can try for something in the morning.