Blanc was feeling . . . strange. That was really the only way to describe it. Every time he took another step, every time he went deeper into the woods, he could feel his spine jolt and his fingers tingle, as if electricity was running through them. His head felt warm and relaxed, but strangely sharp, sharper than usual, unusually so, in fact; Blanc wasn't much of thinker. 

	Eventually, he realized that the sensations he were feeling got stronger and came at increasing intervals the more he followed these tracks. In fact, when he paused to look at them for a second, his head froze for a minute as a current passed through it and his vision brightened to the point of it being blinding, like he had been in the dark for awhile and suddenly someone had flashed a light on him. 

	"Did I develop an allergy or something?" he wondered. 

	His stroll eventually took him deeper and higher into the mountain than he had ever dared to go before. He was left feeling tired after the hike, and leaned against a small withering tree to rest. 

	"Wha-?!" The sound of wood cracking and ground moving was all that alerted Blanc to what came next.

	Unexpectedly, the ground under the tree proved loose and the tree gave way and fell down, the sudden drop causing Blanc to lose his balance and stumble down with it. He went down, left, right and generally just rolled down the ground, unable to recover, until he crashed shoulder first into the same tree that caused him to fall. 

	Blanc got up steadily. "Ow ow ow," he groaned, rubbing his aching - and quite possibly bruised - shoulder. 

	Blanc had unwittingly come close to the cabin if the Odessa pack. Not close enough for either parties to see each other, but close enough to be scented, and close enough for Blanc to here their howls.