Moonspear new car smell

There were other scents mingling with that of the dark leader, but he ignored them as best he could. Soon his coat was stained with green from the grass, and though there were small notes of masculine scent upon him from the others which left their marks, Lazarus had almost completely annihilated any indication that he was fresh off the road. All that was left now was the true perusal of the borders; he would find them and maintain them.

Having a monitor such as the boy was irritating, of course. They kept their distance from one another, but nothing Lazarus did could dissuade the boy from lingering, evidently. He did not wish to fight him - confident though he was in the winner - and aside from a proper throw-down, Lazarus could not fathom a method for removing this child from his periphery. So he carried on, meandering along the mountain paths until he came to the border's odorous edge.

There, he was far bolder: he paced up and down the mountainside with his eyes on the surrounding area, his nose on the soil for any marks made by males, and his ears pivoting for signs of where the boy had gone. As soon as he found a mark that was obviously masculine, Lazarus kicked his leg out and let loose a short stream — covering the mark left by Charon, though he did not know it, with one of his own.