""At least Pax knew his boy scent was not here. None of the humans had his reedy for, none moved with the same quick energy, none held for himself as Peter had-upright, but with a downward can't of his head he was relieved;the other scents of the encampment-smoke, diesel, scorched metal, and a strange, dark electrical odor-were things he would have have herded Peter away from. ""
