The farther they ran, the stronger the scent of the Mystics came to him. All the memories flooded back. He yipped as they ran and watched Sirius run along beside him. This was so fun!

"Yeah, this is great!" Sirius exclaimed.

Farris stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around as the smell of a decaying body filled his nose. His eyes shot in all directions and he raised his head. Farris tracked the scent and followed it into the bushes. He saw a dead body of a wolf with deer antlers, its intestines were ripped out of its skin. "Oh, one thing I forgot to mention," he said in a cheery voice. "There's different types of predators here so watch your back. Oh, and different types of wolves too. Think of it as being more, uh, magical!" He trotted back to others."Alright lets keep going."

After about 30 more minutes of traveling, Farris slowed down and stopped. He sniffed the air. The familiar scent of the old willow trees hit him again. He trotted around, taking in all the smells he once knew again. Suddenly, he caught the scent of wolves. They had recently been in the area. One of them smelled strangely familiar... It was Aspen. Farris looked up at the sky, watching as the sun drooped down little by little. He went back to the group. "We're almost there guys," he said, slightly wagging his tail. "We should go a little further before the sun leaves."

"No, I do too. She's been here." Farris looked around the area. "And she's close."