Haunted Wood Speed is the key

 

             

 
Leaving home hadn’t been easy. But he had every intention of finding Speedy and bringing her back home. To where she belonged, with him and their families. Emrik glanced up at the sun trying gage how much light was left in the day. He wasn’t in any particular rush, seeing as he hadn’t caught Speedy’s scent since leaving. He hoped he was travelling in the right direction; she had said she was heading north.
 
With a small sigh the man approached a small stream that he had been following. Dipping his head, his tongue lapped the water calmly. The sun was beating down, and yet the man felt no discomfort from the increasing temperature. Rather the opposite, he appreciated the heat and welcomed it. Reminding him of home.