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It’s the steam in this area that gets the duo - puffing high into the air, pushed by volcanic winds and whatever else came screeching off the Fang’s peaks. Loki can’t see much, even at her height and Wessex finds herself opting to partially shift into her kitsune form. Let the fox-like creature’s eyes and ears do the heavy lifting, while she focuses on fending off the vague feelings of heat-induced instability.
At least her sensors aren’t going off like a damn submarine alarm. Not yet. That shit can make it awfully difficult to concentrate.
Mid-swivel, furry and pointed ears hone in on the mutterings of someone near by - behind her and - to the left? Wessex had almost passed them. She backtracks, boots crunching against the crumbling, loose rock, calling out to the other person. “Hello?” And then, just because what she’d heard had piqued her interest, “And who are you killing, exactly? I might be of some help.” She’s got a reputation for that kind of thing.
At least her sensors aren’t going off like a damn submarine alarm. Not yet. That shit can make it awfully difficult to concentrate.
Mid-swivel, furry and pointed ears hone in on the mutterings of someone near by - behind her and - to the left? Wessex had almost passed them. She backtracks, boots crunching against the crumbling, loose rock, calling out to the other person. “Hello?” And then, just because what she’d heard had piqued her interest, “And who are you killing, exactly? I might be of some help.” She’s got a reputation for that kind of thing.
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