Overture Downs [m] chicken soup for the soulless

When he reached a patch of crushed snow, he knew he was close. The water here was frozen but parts looked to have been cracked, or chewed on, and besides that Javelina's scent was even stronger; there was something else there too, not that Glaukos was aware of the shift, but this changed aspect drew him along her path with less and less interest in the world and more focus on her.

She wasn't too far ahead now; so, Glaukos called with one of his low rumbles. He wanted her to feel safe to explore, but also be aware he was there if anything was amiss. He hadn't realized this place had once belonged to someone — but whoever they were, they were gone now.