Golden Glade kinpaku

vermin scent; it rivaled the melting sugar beneath the maple bark.
satsu turned her nose up at it and wheeled along a different path only for the scent to deepen, as if it were following her. if she were more a warrior like she'd always wished, perhaps her first thought would be to cull the thing, whatever it was. if she were more a huntress, as she now claimed for herself in her peasantry, she would know of what variety the creature was.
a voice followed her too; but with its brief rise came a subsequent lull, and she was then unsure if she had heard anything at all.
more likely her mind playing tricks.