Literature
Mac Tire
The scent of curiosity grew as I approached her. She pricked her snowy ears at the sound of me coming, but otherwise did nothing to acknowledge my presence. Though, eventually she sniffed at it and looked up to me; when my scent changed from curiosity like hers, to something more sinister. I gave her a look, and even as just a cub, she was able to understand it, and throw one back at me.
What is it? I thought. She replied: No idea. I found it laying here. I smelled it first, it was strange. Then when I came closer to it, it started doing
this. She nudged it with her nuzzle and it shook lightly, as if a creature dwelled inside