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The place was quaint and beautiful. Nebula only wished that she had not ventured into the place on such sad circumstances. Her nose got back to work as her mind wandered between thoughts. There was nothing fresh and she didn’t have the heart to say it out loud. Instead she kept searching with hopes that something would pop up soon.

Roll in the grasses. She spoke in response. Please, I mean. Kids like to roll in things and perhaps if I know what one of you bearclaw wolves smell like with these scents I’d be better at tracking. It was a shot in the dark but mentioning she was a stranger helping out, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to try every option.