The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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He tracked the scents to here and was surprised that he was finding a stronger scent of the male here than his sister, as if he was here longer and probably more recently too. The mystery was only growing deeper and Dexter's curiosity was definitely peaked. He continued to follow the scents, finding them mixing in with other young wolves, a mixture of male and female. It was like a gang of pups had run through here or something around the same time as his sister went missing. At least if the time line was adding up by the male's standards. He could only go by what the male had told him, after all. He thought there were faint scents of blood even, and not the kind that means someone caught their nail on something. It was dark blood, frank blood, the kind that comes from a lethal wound. If there was anything Dexter was skilled at, it was tracking and reading blood. Someone had been killed here and it was a brutal death, the kind he was known for. His head tilted as he paused for a minute. What did all this mean? He knew there was something the male was holding back when they were talking but he didn't think of murder. He only smelled pups around here so is that who died? A puppy? Dexter was a killer by nature but he only killed the murderers of the world. He didn't kill the innocent and pups fell on that list. What had happened here? He scowled thoughtfully as he took a seat on the ground for a moment just to let it all sink in and just think, clear his head. Dexter male.10 years old.35in, 145#.born to |