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Haedwig attempted to catch the young one's scent in vain, unable to pick up anything of much use from this distance.

How good is your nose, boy? She inquired, leaning her head forward with squinted eyes. If it's half decent, you can stay. I need help. Haedwig had learned when her scent first began to fail her that pulling a younger wolf into her work wasn't such a bad idea. She knew the individual reek of each plant by heart, and describing it to a working nose always went faster than using her own.

She supposed it was fitting that she was in a cursed wood. For now, she wouldn't use any of her usual teasing about being a baby-eating witch.