Brigit
Brigit bounced around in her enclosure in the back of the cruiser. She wasn’t sure why Megan had left the lights off on their car, or why she was driving across the bumpy field to get to the park when they could have just taken the road. But she could smell adrenaline on Megan. She knew that smell meant they might be in for some more fun. She could smell something else, too. Fried fish. Seth had fed her some once and she’d liked it. Then again, other than that icky cookie Megan had offered her a while back, there wasn’t much food she didn’t like.
The ride smoothed out when the cruiser rolled onto the asphalt. Megan parked the cruiser and let Brigit out of the back, giving her the order to remain silent. She motioned for Brigit to follow her down one of the park’s trails, the same one they’d gone down before.
Brigit scented the surroundings as they quietly made their way down the trail in the dark. Raccoon. Possum. Skunk. She smelled a snake, too, but the scent grew fainter as it slithered away.
Soon they were walking next to the tall wall. Brigit heard clucking noises, smelled the chickens and their eggs and their poop. But she smelled something else, too. She smelled a woman, the same one she’d smelled on the blankets and in the garden.
She raised her snout and flexed her nostrils. She’s on the other side of this wall.