"This trace smells fresh. I would even recognize the smell of this breed several kilometers against the wind. Disgusting. So, he thinks he can escape from a Catori. He was quite wrong about that…” Mojag murmured to himself.
Then he turned to his troop and continued: “This moose admirer comes to our realm and thinks he can just steal from us without anyone noticing. This arrogance! They cannot fool me with their open manner. I tell you this is all just pretending kindness so they can assert their own interests. If it was going to be difficult, they would ram a knife in your back. History shows that you cannot trust this race. "
Mojag smelled again on the trace. His pupils got bigger and bigger and he started to prick up his ears. He bared his teeth and signaled to his troop with repeated growls that the hunt for the thief was now continuing. The group of trackers quickly chased their new trail ...