Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Lyra takes in the sights and sounds and smells as a tide jaguar joins them. She doesn't recognize the name Caly, but she offers a canine smile in her direction all the same. Then she focuses on Deimos, eager to get started and explore the limits that this shift has to offer. She makes mental notes of the important details: four hunters, last seen yesterday morning, heading that way. Normally she'd be looking for tracks or broken branches or something to indicate movement, but on the tundra, all she can see is freshly fallen snow.
So she'll have to rely on her other senses, won't she?
Trotting over to the clothing, she sniffs at it tentatively. It smells so much stronger than it ever would were she human, but not in a bad way. Instead, the scents are merely interesting, and so unique - it will be easy to tell the hunters apart by scent alone, when they find them. Once Lyra is confident that she has the scents memorized, she begins to cast about for them in the direction Deimos had indicated.
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Lyra sniffs the clothing and then starts trying to track the hunters using smell!
So she'll have to rely on her other senses, won't she?
Trotting over to the clothing, she sniffs at it tentatively. It smells so much stronger than it ever would were she human, but not in a bad way. Instead, the scents are merely interesting, and so unique - it will be easy to tell the hunters apart by scent alone, when they find them. Once Lyra is confident that she has the scents memorized, she begins to cast about for them in the direction Deimos had indicated.
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Lyra sniffs the clothing and then starts trying to track the hunters using smell!
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
