Emberflame Ridge the new york tribune

Speckletooth feels sure that luck must be on his side when someone joins him, though he only realizes she's there when her sudden voice spooks him. Nonetheless, his tail is wagging like a fat puppy's before he hears the bad news.

Darn. He frowns, entire demeanour sinking into a sulk. I was gon' ask for help huntin' them too. But she's right, he heard the hoofs beating away and smelled the strongest of the scent aleady fading into trails. Sorry. Did I ruin yer hunt too?

It's hard not to feel guilty, despite his usual optimism. His stomach was rumbling, and he was sure that her's could be as well. Nobody liked to have a meal spoiled, especially a fresh one.