Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

So what would they be doing? Are they skilled enough to spot you? Friend or foe? He questioned slowly, not wanting to entirely overwhelm the boy. While he expected the other to answer, Behemoth moved over and truly drank in the scent the boy had found. It was rich and feminine.

He was going to get a headache if this boy was just trying to chase some tail. Although there was something about the scent they had found and the scent of the young male.