The scents curled and coiled amidst senses; enough of a path to track, to follow, to catch, strive, try to reach a point of disturbance. Deimos loped ahead, long strides stretching outward, not at a breakneck speed, but enough to keep everyone within reach, nose to the ground, then sweeping upward, as both he and Lyra caught the intertwining loops of the four. As expected, it wound towards the rocky outcropping, more semblances wound throughout – luxere - but from their expanse upon the land, they wouldn’t be able to snag at what might have been beyond, either warning signs or impending notions. We have a trail. See anything? he uttered to the birds and his own companion as he continued running, tracing, clinging to a foundation.
Indeed they would – from Belial, to Marcus and Calypso. The aforementioned herd was far, far off the original mark, a fair distance away from the rocks that had likely been impending cover as they followed their prey. Even farther ahead, if the fliers squinted, would be a wagon and sled; shafts broken, horses or reindeer that had been pulling it clearly scattered and gone away.
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Relay any information, wonderings, or other findings to one another!
Indeed they would – from Belial, to Marcus and Calypso. The aforementioned herd was far, far off the original mark, a fair distance away from the rocks that had likely been impending cover as they followed their prey. Even farther ahead, if the fliers squinted, would be a wagon and sled; shafts broken, horses or reindeer that had been pulling it clearly scattered and gone away.
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Relay any information, wonderings, or other findings to one another!
Deimos
we're all killers
