C77 Rushing Into Rescue

Clayton’s tip nose was curling as he sniffed something.

“I am sniffing…” he mumbled and kept curling his nose.

“What are you sniffing, buddy?” Marcus looked so excited as he predicted that his buddy had found the woman’s existence or at least he sniffed her scent so they could trace her down.

“Fresh lamb meat…I am starving…” Clayton wiped his mouth and it became quite watery