Broken Antler Fen when we drive

Mephisto either did not notice the startlement they caused or did not comment upon it as they stepped closer, taking in the scent of the other wolf.

There was no corruption that they could smell, but often it went further than the skin, deep into the meat and into the organs. It was not this creature that they were seeking, not yet at least. Given time and a malevolent force, who knew what fate held in store.

"That is quite alright, this visitant simply thought you were..." Mephistopheles flexed their toes into the ground, dragging their claws through the turf in thought. "Being pursued by some fell thing."

The art of sniffing out the strange and unseen was not something that every soul had the ability to do, in fact it was rather rare. The lure that was tugging them along was a strong one, stronger than they had felt in a long time. Surely if the force was so powerful, even the less sensitive among the populace would be able to tell something was off.

"Tell me, unfamiliar, have you sensed anything amiss in this area? Strange shadows or whispers of what is not there?"