Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
It doesn't take long for the metallic stench of blood to invade Lyra's nose. Although she hadn't smelled it in this form before, it's impossible to mistake it for any other scent, and the Newfoundland immediately stiffens, her steps stuttering in the snow as she recognizes it for what it is. She follows Deimos wordlessly, though her concern bleeds through the Attuned bond - something that she is sure they all share, since this is beginning to look more and more like a search and rescue mission that could end poorly for those lost.
The scent trail splits, and Lyra pauses at the fork, swinging her head around to Deimos. Should we split up? she asks, reluctant to leave the safety of numbers, but not wishing to leave any of the hunters lost out in the tundra for any longer than necessary - not when every moment counted in the race against time to bring them all home safely.
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Lyra asks Deimos if they should split up to track both scent trails.
The scent trail splits, and Lyra pauses at the fork, swinging her head around to Deimos. Should we split up? she asks, reluctant to leave the safety of numbers, but not wishing to leave any of the hunters lost out in the tundra for any longer than necessary - not when every moment counted in the race against time to bring them all home safely.
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Lyra asks Deimos if they should split up to track both scent trails.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
