DOVE
The air was crisp with a scent unique to the area around the pack, the scent alone enough to wash me with melancholy. To a human nose or an inexperienced one, it smelt like any other forest, that is of pine and damp earth. But to the creatures of magic, or basically most creatures out there, the unique distinct scent laying undertone couldn’t be masked.
The whole territory of the pack was marked with such a scent, first to show the extent of our territories and to warn others from breaching unlawfully inside, and secondly it was kind of like a branding. Each wolf of Fenrirskoll despite they’re own unique pheromone had a mix of this special scent. Which could be used as identification for the wolf no matter where in the world he shows up.
But with time long enough away from the pac
