Smells Like Victory

Natha crept along the ground, moving nimbly over the large tree roots that made up the mangrove forest. While her nose wasn't on par with a canine's it was still sharp enough to catch the scent of decay. Something stank. She was willing to bet that if there were any condors about they could smell it to. She slowed her pace as the smell got stronger and when she peeked through the bushes she saw one. A massive, ugly condor was pulling up scraps of flesh from some sort of small deer. There were crows around as well, heckling the larger bird. Natha turned her head to glance at Naiche and nodded. She was ready whenever he was.