.:Lawliet:.
The gentle giant...
Suddenly, the muscular brute veered back, his blue eyes growing wider until they seemed abnormally large, all due to his timidness, and the unexpected surprise he had just scented. The mist had parted slightly, meaning scents were less messed up and relatively clearer, but not by much. Lawliet had caught a familiar reek that had been travelling with the breeze, though he vaguely remembered it, but the brute knew it was something to fear. Lawliet had caught the scent of fellow wolves.