Ouroboros Spine fall (ghost synth)

Life entered his tired frame at the sight of the young pup, moving to mimic the hunter’s stance. The days of his younger mentorship called to him. Foxfur had not realized how much he missed teaching the children, watching them grow into proud hunters and warriors.

Do you remember the smell of the furry tube? We call those ‘weasels,’ if you’d like the proper name, Foxfur spoke softly, his words were only for the young hunter. She could decide to continue calling them what she wished, but he was a teacher, and he valued the chance to offer her opportunity to learn. Foxfur lowered his head toward the leaves and sniffed, demonstrating for the younger girl.

Sometimes those scents can make a path that only your nose will help you follow.