Noctisardor Bypass I think I’m doing alright.

Anselm already rose, nosing along the ground.

From scent alone, he could tell the earth here was perhaps too damp for soil. Water clung to the scent molecules, transporting the rich aroma of decaying matter.

Behind him Etienne smiled and touched the leaf gently. The noise caused Anselm's ear to turn back, but he did not look up from sampling the earth's sundry scents.

He kept walking, nose to the ground until there was a raised patch of soil that did not seem so heady with dampness. Vhat about here? He dug carefully, exposing somewhat dry loam. Also, vhat is a furrows?