Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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We ran through the forest while following the scent rogues left behind.
Occasionally, Lazarus would slow down to ascertain we were going in the right direction, and then we would pick up the pace again.
We lost the sunlight a long time ago and I was almost used to the darkness, but after stumbling twice, it was obvious that Lazarus and Duke were managing this fast-paced trekking through the dark forest much better than I did.
The only good thing was that I didn't fall face-first in the dirt, and Duke was happy to support me whenever my legs got wobbly. Even in this situation, he was taking care of me. Isn't he the sweetest?
To pass the time, I would sniff around while trying to distinguish scents, but it was all random.
"Do you smell something out of place?", I asked Duke in a low voice.
"Blood.", he responded.
"Would you be able to track it how Laz does?"