Although it was pitch black outside, I could still see perfectly as I followed Dakota out of the cave. He was nowhere in sight, but I remembered what Dakota had told me earlier. What do you smell? So, instead of running blindly into the night, I lifted my nose to the cool night air and inhaled. Dakota had a definite woodsy, musk scent mixed with freesia, leather, and rain. In the air, I smelled a bear to the left... and a muskrat under the leaves behind me... then Dakota northeast within the forest, but within that short period of time, he could have already run to Wyoming.
There was also another scent. It smelled animalistic, but there was something about it that I couldn't place.
"Dakota, where are you?" I asked in the Pack Mind, following his scent. No answer. "Mark, are you there?"
"Yes, Jessica, we're on our way. Dakota already told us," Mark replied. I could hear his footfalls in the distance.
"I'm on my way," I told Mark, carefully following Dakota's scent.
