We've been searching the woods on and just past our borders ever since a scout team sent up an alert yesterday. I've had the best of the best of Frost Moon out here with me, minus the rest of the ranked wolves. We found the spot where Bastan had some kind of incident, but all other traces of whoever was out here is gone. Not even their scent lingers. Well, one unfamiliar scent is lingering, but it's so faint... apples and cinnamon maybe? My mouth instinctively watered.
Can we follow this scent? Maor, my wolf, asks dreamily in my mind. His tail is wagging happily after catching such a slight whiff of that sweet smell.
No, Maor. Something isn't right here. We need to get back and get a full report from everyone else. Bastan mentioned someone was brought to the pack clinic, and that it was
