Bearclaw Valley what's fine

Cole’s nose twitched as a faint scent wafted toward him on the cold air, cutting through the dull monotony of their patrol. He paused mid-step, lifting his head to inhale deeper, ears angling toward the source.

Hol' up, he murmured, his voice low but firm as his golden gaze turned sharply toward the treeline. The scent was faint but unfamiliar, carrying with it the musk of something—or someone—that didn’t belong.

He cast a glance at Tvar, the faintest flicker of tension crossing his features. Smell that? he asked, his tone tinged with quiet caution. Without waiting for a response, Cole veered slightly off their path, his steps deliberate as he moved closer to investigate. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

could be an npc coyote or sum