Kitch had gone past his patrol boundaries, venturing out until the dim light of Kyhael was only a speck in the distance. His mind wandered in the darkness. Patrol was a terrible, boring nuisance. Nothing ever happened in his area or time block. No one traveled through the area at this time of night. It was protocol that he remained invisible for the duration of his watch. He didn’t mind that, it made it easier to imagine he was somewhere else. Kitch knew the area backward and forward; the ground, the sounds, and the scents were familiar. So when an out of place scent flew up his nose, he had to stop and smell carefully before allowing himself to be shocked and confused.