Between the three above and the pair below, information was relayed, and the hellhound’s ears twitched, gliding back and forth as he strived to pick up on anything. Broken wagons and far off herds meant they were close, but with nothing else, they’d have to comb this area. Thereafter though, as they rambled forward, another scent would relay over both canines’ senses. He circled multiple times, eyes narrowing, for fresh snow had fallen over the remnants of the drops, but certainly hadn’t masked the smell. Blood this way, he cast, glancing at Lyra, then putting his nose down to the rest of the trail…where it inevitably broke apart into two sections, both fresh.
Clenching his jaw and raising his gaze back up to the flying scouts, since Marcus was already heading towards the wreckage portion, he’d ask Calypso to go the opposite way. Can you see anything in that direction? yielding his jawline towards where one of the scent trails had begun to increase. They may have split the party. And going in one direction over the other could mean life or death, when time was of the essence. His stare narrowed at the distance nearby – stark and white, outlined in nothing but the endless vastness of Halo itself.
While the other hybrid banked his way towards the sled and wagon, he’d find remnants of an onslaught; but not much left behind. No blood drops, concealed under a new layer of snow. The hunters had been resourceful – everything was gone out of the bombardments – but then he’d see a minor hole in the rocky outcropping – perhaps a cave, or some covering.
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Deimos and Lyra have found blood and a trail that breaks into two parts. Marcus has found a cave by the wreckage. Calypso has been asked to scout in the other direction.
Clenching his jaw and raising his gaze back up to the flying scouts, since Marcus was already heading towards the wreckage portion, he’d ask Calypso to go the opposite way. Can you see anything in that direction? yielding his jawline towards where one of the scent trails had begun to increase. They may have split the party. And going in one direction over the other could mean life or death, when time was of the essence. His stare narrowed at the distance nearby – stark and white, outlined in nothing but the endless vastness of Halo itself.
While the other hybrid banked his way towards the sled and wagon, he’d find remnants of an onslaught; but not much left behind. No blood drops, concealed under a new layer of snow. The hunters had been resourceful – everything was gone out of the bombardments – but then he’d see a minor hole in the rocky outcropping – perhaps a cave, or some covering.
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Deimos and Lyra have found blood and a trail that breaks into two parts. Marcus has found a cave by the wreckage. Calypso has been asked to scout in the other direction.
Deimos
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