[1-2] The Tail

[Guilmon]

*Sniff sniff* *sniff sniff*

Guilmon spent a good ten minutes or so roaming around the wreckage. It had taken him some time to comprehend what it was that the fox was asking. Sure, his ability to smell was great, his mind was not even close to the same level. The vulpine woman had used big words to try to get Guilmon to see if the plane had the possibility of exploding. When she finally managed to dumb it down enough for him, he happily went off to tend to his task.

The red lizard was walking around with his nose in the air, taking in the smells that the wind carried. More than a few times, he found himself tripping over rubble and debris that could not see while looking up. The smallest part of the plane was lying in the ocean, so it appeared that any flames from that section had already been put out by the salty water. The vertical tail fin was practically gone - probably sitting on the bottom of the ocean. The ones on the side were almost detached and were floating, causing them to bash the side of the tail repeatedly.

There did not appear to be any part of the wings nearby. Not the Guilmon could see, anyway. Perhaps they broken off somewhere between this end of the passenger jet and the other end? Either way, Guilmon could not find anything that fit the fox's description. He looks around for the one that had given him his task. He did not see her at first, but when the wind shifted again, he smelled her. With a look of triumph on his face, he reports back to her. "Guilmon didn't find any fuel! Guilmon looked everywhere! Almost no fire, too!" When the wind shifted again, he could smell... meat? It was a different kind of meat than Guilmon had ever had before. Food in the Digital World had almost no flavor to it. And aside from the bread he had bought at the café, he had not eaten anything since he got to the Omniverse. His stomach growled a little bit, leaving Guilmon to wonder if the meat was as good as the bread had been.

He follows the smell to a man wearing a black vest, cargo pants, and combat boots. Among several other smells that Guilmon did not recognize - many of which Guilmon could tell were not something he would ever want - he detected the scent of the meat. "Can Guilmon have meat?"

Of course, the disgruntled man only grunted and spoke sharply. "Tch. Get your own, Lizard." With a click of his tongue, the soldier walked off. Guilmon stuck his tongue out at the rude man before turning his attention to where the man had come from. He hops inside and starts searching for more food. He grabs a bag from underneath a counter. It was not very large, but it was easy enough to carry. There was not much in the room in the way of food, but Guilmon managed to find some bread and some cheese and stuffs it into the bag. With another sniff, he finds what he was looking for in the first place - meat!

Thought this was gonna be a shitpost. Wordcounter.net says 541. Leaves me with roughly 1400 words for this round.