Snippet #2013996

The subways always smell horrible. With all sorts of people jammed up against each other, each with their own smells and odors making riding on the subway was a terrible experience for Pavo. He held a slip of paper in his hands, telling him to meet at someplace called Oakwood Hollow. He asked about a million people before someone gave him directions. He knew there were at least two rival teams, but only one of them gave him a location to be. He let out a breath he had been holding so not to sniff in any more of the stench. The subway doors opened and Pavo walked out quickly, careful not to get his tail stuck in the door. Oakwood Hollow, Oakwood Hollow… he looked around himself at the towering trees. A wind picked up and the leaves and branches rustled loudly, and maybe… voices? He followed the low sound until he came to a clearing of sorts. “Hello?” he asked into what seemed to be an empty forest.