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There's a bit of weight falling from my shoulders, so to speak, when he tells me he's not smelling anything unusual. I let out an relieved breath I didn't even know I was holding. As eerie as this supernatural smelling thing is, it can be quite useful at times. Unless, of course, he *is* smelling something but isn't telling me so I don't worry.
"I think we should follow it," I say, nodding firmly. Just-just to make sure. I'd never be able to sleep or forgive myself if I didn't try my best to make sure there *isn't* some lonely poor sick animal. Out there. In the cold. In the snow. Al alone with one to help it, and no one who cares.
"Thank you," I murmur, sliding my glasses back on my face. I glance at the sky and another feeling of relief is going through me. Doesn't look like the sun will show up any time soon. Mustn't forget that it's day and Angel is outside. I can do without a boyfriend who can light the way back to the cabin with his body.
I nod when he once again assure me he thinks they - whomever they are - are alright. I'm not a hunter so I don't recognize the tracks. Could be those deer, could be a raccoon. For all I know it could be a cat that got lost, considering the tracks are a little bit distorted by the wind.
We struggle along in the snow which goes beyond knee-deep at times. I keep my eyes on the track, ignoring how cold it's getting in those soaked clothes. Just want to make sure that little critter is alright. I'm amazed the tracks aren't deeper. Must be a light animal.
"Can you... smell it?" I ask awkwardly. I know he's not a tracking dog, but how else are we going to find the poor thing? "Could have a broken leg," I muse, "you can't smell that. Might possibly not bleed and it's not sick then either." I'm sure it's fine. Whatever it is. Its fine.
There's a bit of weight falling from my shoulders, so to speak, when he tells me he's not smelling anything unusual. I let out an relieved breath I didn't even know I was holding. As eerie as this supernatural smelling thing is, it can be quite useful at times. Unless, of course, he *is* smelling something but isn't telling me so I don't worry.
"I think we should follow it," I say, nodding firmly. Just-just to make sure. I'd never be able to sleep or forgive myself if I didn't try my best to make sure there *isn't* some lonely poor sick animal. Out there. In the cold. In the snow. Al alone with one to help it, and no one who cares.
"Thank you," I murmur, sliding my glasses back on my face. I glance at the sky and another feeling of relief is going through me. Doesn't look like the sun will show up any time soon. Mustn't forget that it's day and Angel is outside. I can do without a boyfriend who can light the way back to the cabin with his body.
I nod when he once again assure me he thinks they - whomever they are - are alright. I'm not a hunter so I don't recognize the tracks. Could be those deer, could be a raccoon. For all I know it could be a cat that got lost, considering the tracks are a little bit distorted by the wind.
We struggle along in the snow which goes beyond knee-deep at times. I keep my eyes on the track, ignoring how cold it's getting in those soaked clothes. Just want to make sure that little critter is alright. I'm amazed the tracks aren't deeper. Must be a light animal.
"Can you... smell it?" I ask awkwardly. I know he's not a tracking dog, but how else are we going to find the poor thing? "Could have a broken leg," I muse, "you can't smell that. Might possibly not bleed and it's not sick then either." I'm sure it's fine. Whatever it is. Its fine.