A figure runs through the dense forest. Dry leaves crunching under his feet.
His heart is pounding,as he tried to run faster. Looking over his shoulder to hear them chasing.
"Hurry! He went that side!'
He gulps. Looking in front, to run faster. His breathing got heavy as his lungs protested.
"We can't pick up his scent Sir!
He heard them panicking to make him more determined to escape.
"Then divide and follow! He must be here somewhere!"
Thankfully, the magic potion was working and they couldn't smell him, or he would be long dead. Reaching the point of saturation, he leaned against the tree bark. To crouch down and hide himself.
Shutting his mouth with his hands to stop the sound of his heavy breathing.
"No clue Sir!"
"Sh**! Dammit!"
Neil, the third in command, curses. Looking
