The puppy jumped on top of a train carcass, stabbing his sharp claws into the rusted roof to maintain his balance. He lifted his head, smelling the air. His ears briefly shifted backwards, sticking to the back of his neck, before he lowered his head and smelled the train beneath him. Only then did his little stubby tail start to wag.
Gribouille had found the traces he was searching for.
The old train was almost buried in the trash. To get inside, Gribouille had to squeeze himself through an open window that was sticking out of the rumble. He fell inside, landing on a dirty seat, making dust fly around like smoke. He sneezed and wrinkled his nose. It smelled really too bad inside.
The puppy got off the seat and tried to follow the smell trail, but it wasn't easy. The inside of this train was filled with rot and rust, with unidentifiable stains that smelled like bodily fluids. It was hard for Gribouille to find his way.
