She commented about the walls and he nodded along, one would only hope that the places that would hold memories would only hold the joyful ones. More often than not though, in his experience at least, it was the strongest emotions that a place held, and a lot of time it was a tragedy.
He listened then as she related some practical fears and the reasons she had come back. "A practical outlook. You're not certain they didn't take the boy? Your sister?" He growled in concern.
Immediately he put his nose to ground and tried to focus on deciphering the scents. A scent related to her specifically. Hmmm... He couldn't tell exactly how old all the scents were, the intruders were all over the place, Trixy's scent the strongest among the wreckage.
"Do you think they came through here since that night? Did you have a trail you were already tracking?" He asked.
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