Lost Creek Hollow Pickled Hot Peppers

Nuna's message was very effective -- when Breccan strolled by that particular tree a short time later, he noticed the smell and stopped to sniff carefully. He was able to discern that his friend had passed by recently, and in which direction she had gone. With a grin, he set off to track her down, moving swiftly through the trees with sure-footed steps.

He knew he was going in the right direction, but after a few minutes of travel, he still hadn't laid eyes on her yet. He continued trotting briskly, but, on the off chance she was within hearing range, called out, "Nuna?"