Flames had singed Max all over. He was surprised he was still alive actually. He smelled like he had been tossed in an oven. At least that what he had first started to smell, but that was changing now. The scent of peaches and vanilla washed over him like a caress and new power not only surged through him but healed his wounds. Confused he turned his hands over to try to identify the source when he heard a vicious growl from a still smoking Adon. Forgetting the enemy was not a good idea.
Adon leaped and Max readied himself. The great wolf hung int he air for a second before smacking his muzzle against an invisible wall and tumbling to the ground. Max blinked and then placed a hand where the wolf had been. What in the world had happened now? The scent was August, but she was nowhere to be
