I sniff around the woods for either a scent of prey or an unfamiliar person. Neither of it successful but after a while I pick up a scent of something unfamiliar mixed with pie.

“Pie..? Out in the woods? That’s out of the— Oh wait, there’s a bakery in the middle of the woods, of course how could I forget?” I say as I face palm remembering the time the baker almost shot me with a cake gun.