“Most assuredly. The tang is still in the air and seeing as it hasn't been too windy it's very easy to pick it up. It heads off in that direction. It's certainly Oboe. Her scent is all over the place.” He pointed at the heading that he was alluding to.
“Let's get going then,” said Kilo. “If it's that fresh then she can't be too far away.”
“Come on, Prof,” said Ethan, noting that the scientist had slipped the knot into his pocket. “We've got a trail to follow.”
Crumble followed on obediently, lost in his own little world as per normal. He was watching carefully where he put his feet, glad to be on the move again, and wondering why a werewolf called Russell was hiding in a bush.
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Mind numbingly bright colours, strange creatures that had no business existing in any realm, and noises
