Bearclaw Valley -- i've dreamt this moment, so overdue

Old nose tends to forget.

The statement made his gaze narrow, though not at Engel specifically. He doubted it, given that his father was rather old and could still smell just fine. No matter, he didn’t outright declare him a liar, choosing instead to move on from the comment.

Despite the collection of scents on his body, he was a loner. The albino’s brow furrowed in confusion, then straightened out a second later as he considered an explanation for it. “You smell like you get around a lot,” he said bluntly, his tone suggesting that, that was a bad thing. “What happened to your pack?” He was suspicious, his nose telling him one thing whilst the man said another. He defaulted to trusting himself, of course, bringing up a series of questions that would either prove him right or make him look stupid.