The girl was on the trail of something, but she couldn't quite place the scent. It left deep furrows in the snow and here and there upturned earth in its wake, the pure white marred by the smudge of disturbed soil and chewed on roots. Had she been thinking more like a grown up, she might have called for her father or @Leotie, or perhaps taken note of the other wolf scents crisscrossing this particular area of the Grove. But she was entranced, it was like nothing she had ever smelled before. So when the squat brown shape came into view she paused, taking in the snuffling and shuffling and trying to match it up with all the long-legged prey she had seen in the Spectral Woods.

Nothing matched up. She carefully maneuvered around to get a better look at the animals blocky head. It was so compact that she couldn't even see a real neck to grab a hold of. Her puzzled expression quickly turned to one of concern as the snout came out of the snow and dirt to show two short tusks sticking out of the sides of the animal's mouth.

She strangled down a scream, slowly backing up until her rump his something solid, soft and warm. She held her breath, too terrified at the thought that it might be the little grunters mother or friend to turn around and get a good look at it. Whatever or whoever it was.