Blacktail Deer Plateau Who would've thought that you'd be bad for my health?

When prompted to describe the smell as Osprey settled herself, Saena frowned thoughtfully. She didn't think she had the words to adequately describe it. She stretched her neck forward and inhaled deeply once more, drawing that crisp, cold scent into her nostrils and snagging her lower lip between her teeth and contemplating a way to tell Osprey what she smelled.

She could come up with nothing concrete, though, so Saena shrugged and pulled her head back. "It just smells weird," she said, "but... familiar. It's like... all the other smells are duller, and it smells sort of... metallic?" Her ears wilted back. Metallic wasn't the word she'd been looking for at all, but it was the closest comparison she could think of. The smell of ice on the wind was one for which words didn't exist, as Saena was regrettably learning.