Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

Something eventually changed as he followed the trail. For some time both their scents mingled, but they did not seem to go hand in hand. Almost as though Lazarus had come to follow Ame much in the same way that Charon did now. Then the scents mingled, became more intense. He found a growl rumbling in his throat as he further quickened his pace and eventually came round the corner where the scents intensified and he was starting to feel sick to his stomach.

He wished to find some kind of good explanation for all of this but somehow could not fathom any. Ears pulled back and then forward as his eyes first laid upon Ame's weakened form, just as she sprang forward towards Lazarus, contentment on his face. Charon felt sicker now, for while the scene told him very little the scents were overwhelming, sickening. Normally very straight forward and impulsive, the emperor stood and stared for a moment now; almost as though to assess whether this had been a consensual thing; who he needed to chew out for this... and trying not to vomit under the pressure of the gross scents that lingered.