animal smells and porcupine quills

@Mordecai

sitri woke as dawn lit up the sky with vibrant colors of pinks and red hue. Lifting red eyes towards the sky he studied it rain would be coming in soon, but they could get a little bit of tracking done. He sniffed at the air, filling the slight spray already in the air, waiting for the heavens to open and for the tears to come pouring down. His father had told him once when he was so very small that when the skies leaked out the tears, it was all the angels that were taken up there. They were weeping for him and his, and the plight they were in. His father as he thought back on it, had been a good man in a bad place and for a moment he felt guilty. What his father must of thought of him, becoming what he was a monster. A puppet and the queen his puppet master. how his father's heart must have ached, but he had never told him. All Sitri had ever seen was love in his father's eyes, and he had never had love again, and he did not search for it...it always caused death in it's wake. No one could love Sitri he ended up killing them somehow it was an unwritten death warrant.

he howled once for Mordecai and then he waited sniffing the ground nearest to him. a few scents he recognized others he did not and he wanted to pursue those first to find out what they were dealing with. He wondered if they were big game or small game or inbetween game, and if Mordecai would know what he did not