Post by shadow4 on Mar 25, 2009 15:07:51 GMT -5
It was a cold and muggy day. Scout was wandering the trails. It had been days since she'd seen another dog, and now she was out looking to catch her breakfast. But it seemed even the squirrels themselves were smart enough to stay cooped up in their nest, out of her range. She sighed, wandering down a forest path, her nose to the ground as she sniffed about. No matter where she sniffed, it all smelled the same. Wet, gross, and like worms.