Despite the faintness of the scent, Kesho had noticed it right away. The old coyote had been dutifully and purposefully patrolling those borders that he practically walked in his sleep when the scent hit his nose and caused him to recoil in surprise and disdain. It smelled foreign, that was certain, but Kesho could not determine much else before he came nearer.
Four paws followed the scent with steadfast determination. Large ears alert and nose to the ground, the man followed stiffly until his feet stopped as if on their own and the scent had become much greater. Crimson eyes stared up and out above the hollow skulls weaved into and spiked along the clear borderline. There stood a very small jackal-looking thing. It instantly reminded him of Sepirah, and he rolled his eyes. Great, another one, he thought begrudgingly. But this one looked somewhat different, and in the light the Hydra could see dark red marks underneath his eyes. It didn't appear fresh or wet, and so the man's curiosity intensified. What was that, a tattoo? On his face?
Steering himself away from this minor distraction, Kesho managed an obligatory, low growl. "Jackal," he said, his voice rough. "this is Inferni. Why are you here?" Such a tiny creature would have trouble being useful to the clan, the old man thought, but why not entertain his presence nonetheless? His head was high, body stiff and dark red eyes locked onto the dark jackal.