Noctisardor Bypass into dust first

He spoke, and Kaertok listened. Pingasut's description of the smells brought a slight smile to the father's face. He did well. Kaertok lowered his own muzzle to the earth, breathing in the information, as it were, when his son mentioned one of them smelled wrong. He had not known that about them, and he was proud of Pingasut for sniffing that out on his own. You are right, Kaertok replied. Your mother says they were not pleasant. We cannot trust either of the strangers who were here. The halfbreed, as you call him, half of him is not of the wild. Mixed with dog, no doubt about it.

Kaertok had known a few half dog, half wolves in his time. None of them had made a lasting impression on him. He was vaguely aware of one that had been around for Legion's founding, but considering he was no longer here, he must not have been a very good fit. Kaertok was also fairly certain that he'd been Arbiter's second choice, and the Tartok had not wanted that. It was a good thing, too. Arbiter had made the correct choice.

Do you know how to rid the earth of their smell? Kaertok asked, fully expecting an answer. This was no rhetorical question. He was testing him, as he always did.