Two sets of scents. Two very varying perfumes that were easily distinguishable from the rest around them.
They were quite faint for they travelled fast and seemingly arbitrarily.
Running as fast as they could one moment, then slowing down the next before freezing completely at some points throughout their journey.
Since their odor came first, their voices were lost in the wind. Silas had essentially nowhere to learn what Arabella's as well as Remus' plans were.
The scariest outcome to him remained the thought of her exiting the forest area, coming across an innocent soul to harm…
Remus was with her, but Lord only knew what his state was. At the very least, none of his blood seemed to have been spilled up until that point, but no one knew whether that was because he was too fast for her to catch.
"They are hunting," Cynric's voice came from the side.
"Hunting?" Silas' brows furrowed, following the wolfman's gaze ahead, deeper into the thick coat of trees that made the forest.
