69: Winning

*Luca*

I run at a fast gallop to the south, and as I sniff in the air , I can sense Martin's tracks further east.

I have no fresh scent from my uncle besides this track nor any of the other wolves.

‘I do not have any of them on the radar. will I continue south’.

Suddenly I catch the stench of predator mixed with Beckham cologne, and a tinge of the slightly smoky smell of hot dust from a heated PC.

'What ?’ Soleil’s essence creeps curiously around my interior to interpret what I am sensing.

'Hold on'. I get to my feet, sniff the air again in different directions before running towards the southwest. 'It's Andy’.

‘How do you do ? How do you know it's him ?'

‘I do not imagine that an ordinary wolf has access to cheap male body spray’. I change direction. 'Shit wind ! I will have to run in front of him, otherwise he will get the scent of me’.

‘Sorry Luca, Tjalfe has to follow the order of nature. If he changes direction on a wind, it can have serious consequences in another pla