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Arcas on the other hand would keep his distance from the girl, which was suitable as he had much work to do to appease his debt. One thing is certain about the young man: he is not easily distracted once he is given a job to do, and even now he doggedly investigates the scents layered upon the frosted earth.
He finds there the bitter rotting smell of debris, a crossing path that reeks of wolf urine a few steps later, and a vague otherness that causes a claxon to sound in his mind; some kind of rival predator scent that carries his attention.
The leader's question is met with a hm?
Quickly. You know your stuff, doc.