Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
Sah watched as Deimos shifted, wondering if another form would pinpoint it immediately. Sure enough, the hellhound that emerged quickly took off. Tightening his grip on his own bag, the younger Abandoned ran to catch up with his friend. The hound was far swifter, but the Wild Thunder never strayed far behind. As they ran, the sweet smell grew stronger, saturating the air around them. The scent began to remind him vanilla and Sah's brow furrowed with confusion. He couldn't imagine why he'd be smelling vanilla all the way out here. Driven by his curiosity, Sah picked up the pace until he was just behind Deimos.
