Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

Anselm followed his nose. His nose was a poor leader; it brought him across the marshes towards the border, where he was convinced he was stalking the scent of a pine marten. (He wasn't).

He didn't see River, perfectly disguised in robes of tawny earth and riverbed sand. He was so absorbed in his poor performance that he waltzed right by the transfixed wolf, nose to the ground and tail wagging uncontrollably.