After a moment of silence, Diana tilted her head in confusion and looked at Bruce. “Huh?” Her tone carried a hint of skepticism and dissatisfaction, as if she felt Bruce was deliberately challenging her intelligence.
Bruce didn't rush to explain. Instead, he patted Thirteen on the head and whispered a command laced with pheromones: “Remember all the scents on this.” He was referring to the lid of the wooden box engraved with ancient Egyptian motifs.
Thirteen immediately obeyed, wagging his tail and twitching his nostrils in response, signaling his understanding.
Diana stood nearby, arms crossed, her eyes brimming with disdain. She tapped her right heel on the ground, like an audience member waiting to uncover the mystery, yet deliberately maintaining a stern expression. “A pair of dogs,
