It's a mixture of rotten meat, blood and dirt. So pungent that it fills my nostrils and causes me to take deep breaths as it overwhelms my sense of smell. I can see Riley struggling slightly beside me. The blood is the worst. It's the blood of various wolves it's killed. I could pick out the scent of at least five dead wolves or more now. I struggled to keep myself from growling in rage. My paw digs at the ground, my nails gouging the dirt.
One wrong move and you'll be killed, Bailey. For once, don't let your rage overtake you. I happen to like living my Lycan mocks as I grit my teeth.
Shut it. Do you think I'm going to be that irresponsible while Riley is next to us? I'm not stupid. She's our main priority.
Taking care of this wolf is going to be the main priority. You should never
