Phoenix Maplewood [BWP] Campground #1

easy's words caught him off-guard, and he turned to her, frowning in a puzzled manner. "necklace?" he asked blankly, cocking his head to one side. "what do you mean by that?" certainly not something he'd ever heard before; he wondered whether it was a grayday-ism he had yet to learn.

"he wasn't hurt, but he wasn't right," adi continued, looking troubled. "you said it yourself--he was sick, and crazy. if that's in any way connected to this scent, we should stay away." he was reminded viscerally of his own sickness, and shuddered, feeling the chills of a fever ripple over him once more. aditya had been lucky to get away from that with his life--he didn't want something else to lock him in its metaphorical jaws.

he lifted a leg decisively, spraying his own scent over the patch with vigor. if the creatures were to come back here, they'd know he and his companions were not to be trifled with; perhaps it would dissuade them from future incursions.