Haunted Wood c-c-c-caught again, in the mystery

before long the trail parts from the pine straw, and there hulking in the wildwood stood the strapping figure of serem.  astara measured the woman in a single glance — amazonian, tall, and smelling of blood. 

the scent prompts astara’s muzzle to salivate.  hungrily, her nose twitched — serem’s dark jaws were empty, yet the scent of kill and flesh remained. ignoring the nightstalker’s greeting astara drew her head along the ground, sniffing the heady soil to figure out where the woman’s cache was.