Arro returned her nod with a few lick's at her muzzle worriedly.

He didn't pick up the other scent yet and instead stood up a little stiffly, and walked a few paces away from her before he shook out his soggy pelt of thick fur before yawning and staring over his shoulder at her.

Harmony looked over both shoulders, trying to pinpoint where the scent was coming from. Instead of having a starting point, it seemed to hang over the tree boughs and underbrush like a shroud. Putting it off as just an after effect of her dream, she followed after the male. Giving her soaked body a quick shake, she trailed a little behind him.

_________________
To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the darkened garden to hear the song of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you hold a knife to your heart to spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah, my heart, only you know best...
How love is the mortal flesh,
Burning in the darkness.
~From a book I read a long time ago

Arro started to trot off towards where the scent seemed to be coming from, though he still didn't notice it much due to the heavy rain that had just died down a little.
Everything smelt lush and alive to him as the dried earth started to come alive under his paws.

This one was one thing Arro would never be able to live without...freedom.

Harmony had just forgotten about the scent when it struck her again. It seemed to be coming from in front of her.

How can this be? she asked herself, her steps becoming increasingly heavy. Head hanging, she fought past the scent. It was like a blizzard storm to her, but, looking up, she noticed that the male was not experiencing what she was. Could it be because she was psycic?

_________________
To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the darkened garden to hear the song of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you hold a knife to your heart to spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah, my heart, only you know best...
How love is the mortal flesh,
Burning in the darkness.
~From a book I read a long time ago

Arro made several more strides before he heard the other wolf's steps gain weight and seem to stagger slightly.
He halted in a skid and blocked her path, nuzzling his muzzle against her and whining, silently asking what's wrong.

Harmony shook as the scent seemed to drive her into the ground. She shook her head loosely, there was no way she could explain the sickening sensation. Her mouth was becoming dry as her vision began to swim. What was creating the scent?

_________________
To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the darkened garden to hear the song of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you hold a knife to your heart to spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah, my heart, only you know best...
How love is the mortal flesh,
Burning in the darkness.
~From a book I read a long time ago

Arro went down with her, licking nonstop at her muzzle as he glanced around over her back and to the sides.

What was causing her so much distress??

The males tail twitched in aggravation and worry as he nudged at her several times, wanting her to get back up...being down in the woods meant you were free game for food and he didn't want anything to happen to her.

Just when Harmony felt she would literally die from the potent scent, it vanished. She blinked her golden eyes in confusion. Where had it gone? Shaking out her plush fur, she pushed herself to her feet and wagged her tail to help with the male's worrying.

_________________
To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the darkened garden to hear the song of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you hold a knife to your heart to spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah, my heart, only you know best...
How love is the mortal flesh,
Burning in the darkness.
~From a book I read a long time ago

Arro glanced up at her from where he had laid down.
His tail started to wag in response to hers but he stood up and kept licking at her muzzle and whining softly, wondering what had spurred that whole thing on...

Harmony woofed as if to say "Don't worry about it". Setting her head on the side of the male's shoulder in thanks, she stepped back and waited for him to lead them on. To where ever they were going.

_________________
To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the darkened garden to hear the song of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you hold a knife to your heart to spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah, my heart, only you know best...
How love is the mortal flesh,
Burning in the darkness.
~From a book I read a long time ago