Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

For a total homebody and mama's boy, Caracal was enjoying the hell out of this road trip. I would like to tell you it was because of all the time spent with his dear ole dad, sister and best friend. But I don't know who's here and, anyway, he was swept up in all the wonders of the autumn wilderness even more than his present company. There were so many sights, smells and sounds! There were even cool things to touch (like all the crunchy leaves) and taste (he would never recover from the word "gourd"... or the flavor).

By the time they reached Sapphique, the young boy was rethinking his entire life plan. He didn't want to be a boring old caregiver. He wanted to be a scout, a ranger! There was no way he could go home after this and simply stay there, not when there was so much world out there to explore.

Humming with adventurous energy, Caracal milled nearby when Reyes paused to howl for the pack's matriarchs. He should've been eager to meet his grandmothers but there was a curious smell in the air, one he'd never yet experienced. It was kind of gross but he couldn't stop sniffing at it, like his own toots. It kind of reminded him of a fart, actually, with a little added salt.

@Reyes @Sphyra @Killdeer