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Breccan listened carefully to Treason's guidance, his brow furrowing as he took it all in and processed it. "Okay," he said, and with that information, he breathed in deeply and gave it another go. Now kind of knowing what he was looking for -- or smelling for, really -- he carefully dissected the scent and began to draw his own conclusions from it. In addition to that, he took a moment to carefully look at the tracks in the snow, studying their shape and each print's distance from its brethren.

"I don't think it was going very fast," he said, "and it doesn't smell bad except for being hurt." And by that, he meant there was no odor of sickness that he could detect. He took a few steps forward, instinctively following the trail, then hesitated and looked at Treason for approval.