"I'll just call you Zar."
I nodded asI helped jake get into position to welcome visitors in the cave.
"That's what most call me. Look I hate to leave you again but judging from what my nose tells me, I am needed elsewhere."
"I don't smell anything out of the ordinary."
"You? Your still scared of me, your worryed about that lioness and the cubs half a mile from here and you were mad at someone in the group. You want to know else my nose tells me?"
"What the-"
"Your pheromones, lions are very responsive to their emotions, as are many other animals. Now if you'll excuse me someone is out there in trouble."
Not waiting for his response I bolted, moving as fast as a bear could through the brush and trees. I ussually didn't play St. Bernard but then again, I didn't have a bunch of halfers visting everyday. I guess I had to play host to my climate of snow and cold. Outside the cave I felt the cold slam into me but stop at my fur and fat, never even starting to seep painfully into my muscles. I darted up a hill and climbed a (large) tree. I took long sniff of the air.
I jumped off the tree and broke out into a run. Hope they were still unfrozen.
