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A voice! She reels! Startled as much by the bark of life as the rank stench untombed from gritty jaws!
“Gods! I’m sorry I—” she stammers, staring, weighing whether the man’s deranged or simply ancient. She huffs through her mouth. The huntress is accustomed to the scent of the kill on her husband’s pelt, yes, but this was much more than grime— it was bodily. “How did you even get up here!? This is pack land. Guests must announce themselves… sir.”
Perhaps he hadn’t been able to scent Winsook’s ownership over his own foul musk.