Nova Peak ❇ Tēnsha

feel free to timeskip in next post!

he paused mid-step, one ear twitching. they don’t care how it smells. the merc snorts. but he looks back anyway. watching her work, wasting little time. hmph.
lorcan clicked his tongue, shook his head. fine. your call. just don’t rub it on the meat. personally, lorcan didn't want his den smelling like girls. certainly didn't want his food tasting like flowers.
he turned, climbing out of the stream, water sliding off his legs. i’ll be back before sundown, he muttered. with something that bleeds. and just like that, he was gone—low to the ground, already vanishing into the trees.
following the ridge, heading towards the bedding ground he'd last scented. they'd be settled down now.