“Belch,” she hissed. A huge whiff off thick, musky dog whooshed in her nose. Her whole body was brought to attention. It was clear to her that that was the smell of a wolf. The smell was strong and easily definable from even her distance of about 5 miles. This smell was nothing like her wolves smell. They smelled nice to her. These wolves’ triggered an automatic distaste. Worried that she might miss the smell she had lagged behind, but now she might have let Kiel or Azael find them first. Whether or not she was going to attempt her plan she had not decided and time could very well have been running out. “Voom,” was the faint sound that rustled the birds as she took off at top speed. Using her sense of smell she judged their location. Kiel seemed to be the one who caught them, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be caught w/ him. Instead she looped around the scene at a good distance. Then at a left hand (to Kiel) side view she moved in and took a defensive position in a large, oddly placed by the edge of the clearing type are, Sycamore.
How could I miss them all this time, was her first thought. Quen’s heart was going wild, figuratively that is. Examining the creatures she was astonished, amazed, and appalled. Kiel had apparently set flames all around them. She wished to jump to their aid, but just as she leaned back, Kiel dropped the flames. Relief rushed through her followed by intrigue. From her view it seemed Kiel was looking to ‘play w/ fire’ figuratively as well as literally. Naturally her instincts were at ends. She felt disgust for them yet protective over them. Still in her indecision she decided to wait for Azael to see what he does. She looked up to the sky peering around for Azael figuring he couldn’t be too far behind.
