Nova Peak Long way home

Bazi watched him sniff around, too distracted by worry to assist. Only when he announced the culprit did she re-focus her attention on the pup. "A weasel?" she echoed, stepping around the carcass to sniff at the same patch of dirt that had given Relonikiv an answer. Lo and behold - it smelled of weasel. Bazi exhaled with such force that her bladder nearly let go. Thank the stars. "Who taught you to be such a good tracker, hey?" she praised, daring to wag her tail once she had confirmed that no pee was likely to escape. "At this rate you'll be chief tracker in a couple of months."