(No, I never got a PM.)<br/><br/>Penelope sighed, sitting on the ground in the middle of the jungle. She sniffed it more, trying to pick up her favorite scent.<span style="font-style: italic"> I seriously hope I didn't hunt those piggies to extinction...</span>She thought to herself. She suddenly picked up a few familiar scents. She sniffed more, curious. Her eyes widened as she finally recognized one of the scents. She said the first English she had spoken in a long time," Must... find... Artair.." She began sprinting on all fours in the direction of Artair's scent, tears of joy beginning to surface.