« Reply #273 on: November 18, 2013, 11:18:44 pm »
As Falkor trotted after the humans, a strange scent wafered into her nostrils. It wasn't familiar at all, and it posed as a threat. Pausing, she bristled, raising her tail as a low growl rumbled in her throat. Soon, a sharp bark escaped her maw, and she immediately headed over to the scent, trying to find her way in the dark alley. Falkor didn't scent any metal weapons, at least to her, however, the canine still took the dominate pose, snapping in the dark silence. She wasn't sure whether she would catch a bit of clothing or skin, but she knew the enemy was nearby - perhaps even in her biting range.
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