All of the hairs on Jeremiah’s back bristle at the commotion ahead of him. Scents and noises jumbled together in a decaying cluster. His mates scent is farther from here, but directly in his way is a catastrophe of smells.
The closer he gets the more he can see, but the further away he wants to be. Two harpies fly up into the canopy spinning around each other, fighting over something between their claws. From here it’s hard for him to tell, but he is sure whatever they are ripping apart is the cause of the horrid stench. Below the harpies he sees the tail of a giant viper and stops in his tracks. This is one of the last things he wanted to see in this forest, but the fact that it is not moving and scavengers are about means it must be dead.
His curiosity gets the better of him and he d
