[Extra chapter for powerstones. Thank you to those who gave powerstones this week. I appreciate the support :)]
Whiffer held his nose in the air and began sniffing. I had a feeling that was why he was nicknamed Whiffer. His special trait was his sense of smell. After a while, his expression perked up as if he'd caught something.
"Follow me," he said as he dashed off, leaping from tree to tree.
Nyra and I followed behind him. From the direction he was going, I could tell that he was heading toward a rabbit that was nearby. But there was an elk further out. It seemed his sense of smell wasn't as strong as mine, but it was still impressive.
We traveled for just a few minutes, and before long, we got to where the rabbit was. Once the rabbit was in sight, Nyra took the lead.
