Twelve mile morning run and then being able to get close enough to a deer to touch it one the nose? Yeah, the morning had been going pretty good for Rose, as she returned to the Xaiver backyard proper.
She stopped and flared her nostrils, taking in all the various scents. Most were weak, having filtered out over the night and few of the students and staff were quite this an early riser, most days.
But...
She hurried to track the scent to its source.
"I don't flippin' believe it."
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