"wh-,..." The words escape from his lips as he jumps on the foot prints, hunching over precariously, sniffing and snorting the one scent that matters. He looks off into the direction guided by both the imprints and the smell. Without warning he took off being completely guided by the familiar aroma and completely motivated as if there are only two living beings in this world and he is the hunting carnivore.
He stops abruptly to examine a tree that is armored in thorns and moss. Giving his olfactory senses a sample of the palette offered by the tree wasn't exactly a treat, but was more interested in the blood scent. A shocked expression accedes him. Just as he came, he went; now with a more quickness in his step. As he navigates his way around, he tramples over a pair of fallen Ixal bodies paying them no attention with his lust for reassurance.
"Azeyma, please protect her"
He stops abruptly to examine a tree that is armored in thorns and moss. Giving his olfactory senses a sample of the palette offered by the tree wasn't exactly a treat, but was more interested in the blood scent. A shocked expression accedes him. Just as he came, he went; now with a more quickness in his step. As he navigates his way around, he tramples over a pair of fallen Ixal bodies paying them no attention with his lust for reassurance.
"Azeyma, please protect her"
