"Not that much," Taossul replied with a rather absent-minded smile. His heart was still pounding from the sound of the flower maiden's scream, and the faint scent was gradually growing just a tiny bit stronger. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she had to be somewhere in this city. And if she was, and if he could find her, help her escape, could he be part of a pack again? It had been years since he'd been with other wolves for more than a few days. In times like these, it was dangerous for wolves to band together, but if the maiden was real, and could truly lead them to Paradise, what wolf wouldn't want to join them? "Do you... smell something?" he asked softly, sniffing the air and half-turning. "A sweet smell, that makes you feel, well, different?" He didn't know how to explain what the flower scent made him feel. It was almost like he'd been dormant with his fake human illusion but had been brought to life, into his true wolf form. Nothing he'd ever felt could ever come close to this kind of feeling.
