Ankyra Sound i'll get on all by myself

The work was mindless. They shared a glance and continued to move, stalking along in tandem or splitting off on different trajectories, but Firefly always paid heed to where she marked so that he could do his work afterwards — eventually, the scent he carried upon his coat was strongly Caiaphas with only a faint undertone of saline from the sea.

His pace was slowed by his attentiveness to the surroundings. He was mostly fixated on the dull grassy scent within the golden reeds growing along a particular burm, and it wasn't until he'd marked it and started to move on that he realized why. The scent in the grass wasn't the woman's, nor was it her son's — it was the musk of the interloper, something Firefly had overlooked after intercepting him.

He huffed softly and doubled back, making sure to leave a nice steaming pile of screw you where the guy had pissed — and emerged from the tall grass a few moments later, a little more pep to his step.