Firefly Glen I was always searching for a reason

Osiris was combing through the border's various scents, looking for Fennec's in particular. He could smell more-recent indications of turkey, badger (unfortunately), and goose—none of which were his primary focus at the moment. It concerned him that she still hadn't shown up, but he attempted to stay optimistic about the situation. 

He paused beside a particularly unruly patch of grass and began to sniff— badger (dang—again?!), goose, and turkey; no Fennec. He sighed and moved along, his heart a little heavier.