Though Titania seemed quite apprehensive, Zalen would not bow in the face of this monstrosity. He went forward into the old hume town, its small buildings looming up around him. It was nothing like the horror of Halifax, so he could survive it; besides, as those mountains of rubble in the city had constantly been creaking, moaning, these buildings were very much silent and dead. He walked along the side of one of the homes, sniffing, and could find no scent that disturbed him. His reverie was then shattered by Titania’s yelp and her bumping into him.
She had made a hose of sorts come loose and it was spewing a liquid that reeked. He went near it cautiously, the smell familiar despite its toxicity. It took him a moment to place where he had smelled it before, and realized that it was a scent that had intermingled with the cars of Halifax; this must be gas. Looked at Titania, decided it best not to tell her the properties of this liquid. He moved several feel from it, and kicked several good mounds of snow to cover the hose, "We can leave." He said with confidence.
The two of them then exited the town and left off of the concrete path to bound in the deep snow of the meadow they were in. There was no need to continue on the highway now, they knew where it lead, but the two of them continued to parallel it. And soon, after several hours and with the sun settling low in the sky, scents began to emerge; wolf scents. They became stronger and stronger until finally a hard border to be found; a pack. "Do you know of this pack?" He said turning to Titania; it was not Anathema, nor Inferni, nor Salsola, but they were still North. Zalen had no knowledge of another pack here.
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