Dragon-Mines

I follow the trail of the scent from my mate. Through my heated vision the path forms before me as a string that is easily followed. I focus on that like a lifeline as I run through the trees making my surrounding look as if they are of one color.

Suddenly the path changes and it causes me to stop in my tracks. The line of heat that I followed on the dirt road into the forest disappears as a brighter one forms. I race off in the direction knowing that this is a more recent scent track of my mate. As the line goes brighter new scents make their way to my nostrils.