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"What the hell, Karen?!"
Karen snickered behind her hands. "I... I didn't know this would happen, I swear!"
"Well fix it!"
"I don't know how, James. It’s a miracle I pulled it off in the first place. This isn't something I do on a normal basis you know."
"That’s exactly why I was worried about you casting that spell in the first place!"
"Well we need to find that guy who stole our amulet, or we're never going to get back home. So are you going to be a good boy, or do I need to try and find a new spell to cast?" Karen started to flip through the thick ragged pages of the worn leather tome.
James groaned, but he couldn't think of any other way. Neither of them knew how to track someone through the woods, or through anywhere else for that matter.
"Well... how do I...?"
"I'd imagine it’s exactly how you've seen it happen. The dog walks around sniffing the ground."
"But don't I need something from the guy to sniff first?"
"Wait... I think I remember seeing..." Karen started to look on the dense forest floor. A light brown handkerchief lay over some bushes. She picked it up and looked back to James. "He dropped this when he was wrestling with you for the amulet. Sniff it."
"Isn't that a handkerchief?"
"Yeah so?"
"So he's probably wiped off sweat with that, and blown his nose in there, and-and... god knows what else!"
"Do you want to stay in this... whereever this is, forever?"
"Of course not."
"Well this is our only lead back home. So stop being a bad dog and sniff the handkerchief already."
"Only if you stop with the good boy, bad dog stuff."
"Fine." Karen smirked a little and held out the handkerchief. James walked over still getting used to the fact that he now had four legs. He leaned in and sniffed the handkerchief hesitantly. It was amazing how vivid the smells were. Sure the smells were strong before but suddenly he could distinguish this smell from the thousands of others flooding his nose.
"It so weird. Its like having high-def for your nose! Everything’s so crisp and distinct!"
"Good boy." Karen smirked.
James growled a little bit at her, annoyed by her taunts.
"Oh quiet and hurry up before the scent fades or something."
James sighed a little and started to sniff around. The strong sweaty stench of the man was all over the area.
"He was defiantly here."
"Well I could have told you that you dolt. Start heading where he went and follow his scent."
"Right, right." James started off where their mysterious mugger ran off, sniffing along the way. Karen followed close behind.
Her eyes looking over the spell page she had used not more then an hour ago in the comfort of her own bedroom. Now she was in the middle of some dense forest. She didn't know exactly how they had gotten here, the spell book was suppose to have been a joke, a fun way to past the night. But then the amulet had glowed and, with a feeling of being pulled through cold syrup, they had found themselves here. It was clear that if they ever wanted to get back, they had to find the amulet again.
