An hour’s hike north of the city, Astrid chased a ghost.
This was how it usually went. Her afternoons would usually be consumed by the surrounding countryside, and the northern pines had piqued her interest in particular. These trees smelled like what nature was supposed to smell like, according to her nose. All of it was untouched land—dry, crisp, seasoned with life while also barren and peaceful. Perfect fodder for her imagination. Perfect to sprint across and pretend she didn’t care about anything.
On that note, it was one-hundred-and-ten-percent better than her dorm room, where she’d yet to feel comfortable at all. And—it was kinda funny—she wondered if all of this would fix it. Coming out here for this reason, seeking this kind of help…
—!
Astrid looked up just in time to see her target come into view briefly before swooping out of sight. Rustling in the distance spurred her paws forward at a greater pace than before, shoving through spruce branches and running along clearings until reaching her target.
It took her three minutes to find him. Pine needles flung off of Astrid as she skid to a stop.
“Truffle,” she panted.