As Enor descended deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless forest, fear began to chill the back of his neck. He became more and more skittish, jumping at even the smallest sounds. "Maybe I should go back..." As he sniffed the air to attempt to navigate his way back to the den, an unfamiliar scent filled his head. It wasn't that of a wolf, or any type of prey. Enor knew that if whatever he smelled also smelled him, he was in serious danger.