Trouble on the horizon

Her voice was a soothing mantra. Chanting to him over and over again. The striped ghost had wandered right over the scent markers. May told him there was treasure in here somewhere so he would find it. Harlowe laughed prancing around bushes and even splashing in whatever water he could see. The creek wasn’t quiet with him around. Although he obliviously didn’t realize he was disrespecting something. The man didn’t even know what a scent marker was!

Maybe scout up the creek a bit? he looked over at May. To him her transparent form moved like a cloud. To anyone else he was looking at thin air rather intensely. "Treasure oh Treasure where could you be, to heal my bones welcome among thorns I will see." Harlowe hummed prancing his paws out while he explored. Oh what a fun adventure this would be!