It wasn't the aroma of a person they knew, but rather, the fragrance of a place that held deep significance. "Iceberg," Rockie whispered, the name rolling off their tongue like distant thunder rumbling in their ears. The birthplace they had left behind months ago, was a world of untamed wilds and cherished memories. An unyielding determination ignited within Rockie's heart, pushing them to chase after the source of that reminiscent scent. A mix of excitement and trepidation coursed through their veins, propelling them forward, their footfalls steady as they bounded along on their two legs, boots leaving a brief imprint on the ground with each step. As they darted through the labyrinthine streets of Magnolia, Rockie's mind churned with flashes of their life in Iceberg.
The camaraderie within their pack, the whispered secrets amidst hidden glens, and the freedom that came with being enveloped by nature's embrace. Rockie's soul yearned to reconnect with those cherished moments, to feel the untamed spirit flowing in their veins once more. In the heart of the town, standing tall and proud, was the majestic cathedral, its ornate architecture beckoning toward the heavens. It served as both a sanctuary for the faithful and a landmark for the wandering souls drawn to Magnolia's enchanting allure. With a canine-like curiosity, Rockie's gaze fixated on the cathedral, even as their nose led them closer to the scent that tugged at their heartstrings.
The thought of a potential connection between their past and the present hovered in their mind, tantalizingly close but still out of reach. The day pressed on, shadows lengthened, and the promise of discovery lingered in the air. Yet, time seemed to slip through Rockie's fingers like grains of sand, as they weaved through the vibrant streets, their search becoming both a journey into the unknown and a pleasant stroll down memory lane.