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his breathing stilled, and he tried to keep the awful smell out of his nose. but mouth breathing only let him almost taste it and that was bad enough. maybe not quite as bad as being quartered off to with no discernable exit; lakhos knew he had to pick and choose his battles.
he didn't have a clear line of sight to the approaching wolf.
slinking along with an outcropping to cover him, he peered experimentally to see if he could find the other, but again, there was nothing. figures. his peering ended as he dropped back down, satellite dish ears turning this way and that way to listen.
god it smelled so bad.
his stomach rolled again, his body betraying stealth as he fought not to retch again with a choking sound.