The six huskies, four of which belonged to Nanook, and one who belonged to Jack, spread out and searched the perimeters of the town near the edge of the woods.
“Footprints have probably already frozen over,” Nanook said gravely. No use in sugar coating it with Matthias, he preferred it straight.
“Moon knows his scent,” he answered. “She might still pick it up. I let her sniff one of the working gloves he wore.”
“Gotta be on our lookout,” Jack said. “Predators come out at night.”
Moon barked, then Midnight, a pitch black male that might as well have been a wolf, came to see what her fuss was about. And then all the rest followed.
“Looks like she’s found it,” Ben said.
They followed the trail into the woods, but soon lost it again as it became muddled with a mix of other smells.
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