Damian crouches low to the ground and gently rubs his belly into the dirt and leaves. I look at him, confused. "Mask your scent." he says with a tone of urgency. I mimic his behavior. He rolls to his back and does the same, I follow suit. "Stay low..." I hear him whisper in my mind. I nod, trying not to pant with fear. Damian begins to crawl, low to the ground, towards the foul odor. Each paw forward makes me fight to not gag at the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh and death. When the smell becomes overwhelming Damian stops. "Come up next to me." He calls. I slowly crawl to his side. He nods forward, indicating that something is ahead. I nod back and we push up slightly on our paws to look over the fallen branches on our path. In the center of a small clearing we see her... Lucia is la
