[The tracking goes pretty well, actually, right up until they hit a field of flowers. Max snuffles his way into it and stops in the dead center. Wait, that doesn't make sense! He puts his nose to the ground and tries again, but the conclusion's the same. He sits up, barking in distress. The scent splits, right here! It goes two different ways! They're not tracking two Theta-lizards, are they?]
[Wash skids to a stop when the Meow Wow does, careful not to get in his way or into the flowers.]
Max? What is it?
[Melody, on the other hand, leaps off her person's back and joins Max in the tracking. Her nose isn't quite as sharp, but she still comes to the same conclusion: the scent splits. She follows one for a few feet, stops, turns back to her person, and meows loudly; then she traces it back, follows the other scent in a completely opposite direction for a few feet, then turns and meows again. It splits! It goes two ways!]
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[Wash skids to a stop when the Meow Wow does, careful not to get in his way or into the flowers.]
Max? What is it?
[Melody, on the other hand, leaps off her person's back and joins Max in the tracking. Her nose isn't quite as sharp, but she still comes to the same conclusion: the scent splits. She follows one for a few feet, stops, turns back to her person, and meows loudly; then she traces it back, follows the other scent in a completely opposite direction for a few feet, then turns and meows again. It splits! It goes two ways!]