[dionysus]

Honeysnake kicked dirt over his frog near a large elm and scratched a quick mark in the bark to remind himself. He continued onward a few pawsteps, scenting the air and walking quietly so as not to alarm any prey. The scent of dog tinged the air briefly and Honeysnake stopped, alarmed. Yet, the next time he sniffed the air the scent was gone. He must have been imagining it.

A blackbird’s scent crossed Honeysnake’s path and he silently followed it to a briar. Luckily, the bird lurked toward the edge rather than deep inside and Honeysnake managed to pounce on it and snap its back. He took the creature to another elm and buried it, leaving the same claw marks on the trunk as a reminder.