Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

There was undeniable change in the air. He could smell it, he knew it the first time it touched his nostrils. He knew better than to go to her den, for why would she be there? It was far more likely she was elsewhere, tucked away because she knew that he was coming for her. He had little thoughts of incest or deformed pups on his mind; only his own sick desires drove him.

The tunnels were a first spot to check but at their entrance he found no trace of his dear sister and so he moved on towards the marsh. He entered it from a different side, trudging through the bogs until at last... He found the scent.

"Out for a picnic?" he called through the fog; he did not yet see her, but her scent was like a beacon that he was moving towards.