His nose was the only sense of use in the fog. He
couldn’t see and the ghostly mist made sound travel funny. It had settled on
the land yesterday and showed no signs of lifting. It seemed to swallow up his
boy and hadn’t spat him back out, which was worrying. He usually wasn’t gone
this long. Increasing worry motivated him to jump the fence, put nose to the
ground, and search for the boy. The scent of his passage was still strong,
there was no wind to disturb it, as the dog worked his way deeper into the
fogbank.
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