Fox's Glade Unrelenting

@Toad

It stunk here. Any crafty canine was captivated by stench. The smellier, the better. Rex refused to resist the untapped urge to roll about. It was only a shame that he had yet to find a patch that suited his fancy. He dived deeper in through the thicket of trees. His nose twitched in one direction, then adjusted with the breeze.

Today’s wind was meek, the sort that brushed along your sides in a teasing caress but nothing like the hair whips of sticking a head out the window on a highway. The weather, too, was average. Boring almost. Fitting, however, for the hunt of the odd stench Rex was after.