Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160308215654/@comment-27324709-20160310040400

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''Maybe I can find their scent. But they left a while ago. Worth a try.'' Maroon put his nose to the ground where he last recorded them. Amazingly, there was still a scent. Very dull and faded, but it surely smelled of...Snowflake. He followed the trail. It lead to a river. It ended there. Maybe she crossed. Maroon gritted his teeth and hoped into the icy water. The current was strong and it pushed him down. He reached the river bank and dug his claws in. He pulled him self up and panted. Maroon shook his pelt off and continued. Nothing, the scent was gone. He was lost. Maroon let out a loud yelp.