As soon as Fyn stepped foot onto his property, he knew something was wrong. He skidded to a stop and pointed his nose in the air. But no matter which direction he sniffed, he couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease. There was no single scent that stuck out, nor did it seem as if anyone had been there this way.
Cass moved up next to him and looked around. Fyn didn’t know if Cass could sense the difference or if he was sensing Fyn’s discomfort. They both seemed to simultaneously decide to continue forward. Without any signs of an intruder, they had nothing to go on. They quickly dressed and walked the small path to Fyn’s house, but neither said a word.
Fyn stopped next to his stairs to check on the bunny. He called to it softly to let it know that he was home, but beyond sticking her little nose out and sniffing the air, she stayed hidden in her tiny hole.