Picking up the scent; blood in the water

[Dawali Amara]

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Word count: 401 The answer he received was quite blunt, although now at least he had the stranger's name. As the stranger spoke another time, a whiff of his breath traveled close enough to Dawali's nose to smell it. It wasn't uncommon, and normally he'd just move his head, as he did not appreciate smelling people's breath, although now his suspicion rose as a raging fire within him, as he smelt death on the male. Death, recent death, and not just food. By death he meant.. wolves' deaths. As his mind raced for a second, suddenly taking in all the signs before him, Brennt spoke again, this time proclaiming he didn't need help. No, perhaps it was Dawali who needed help instead. Most likely it was. Although this time, when the male spoke, Dawali subtly leaned closer to him, again sniffing his breath. Now, he smelt not only wolf death, but young ones. This male in front of him, he had fought, and he had killed - and quite recently, too. He had the smell of young ones on him, young children, and while Dawali did not know every day that Brennt had eaten them, he assumed the male had fought them, or at least bitten them - which was bad enough! The smell rose from Brennt, from his fur and from his breath, and with it Dawali's suspicion - now grown to alertness, grew to unknown proportions. No one had any justified reason in the world to attack a puppy! No one. Which meant that the male in front of him, with the blunt answers, was not welcome, not by far. Dawali's shoulders rose and he spread his legs - standing more balanced, more firmly, as he crossed his arms over his chest. His pose made him taller, larger, and even though he was lanky and long, he wasn't thin - he had the muscles of a working man. One who did his labor every day. Now this red furred man stood tall with his ears flat against his skull in disapproval and hostility, although he did not growl or speak his anger out yet. Any sane person would would take the signs, and as he spoke he spoke calmly, normally, although the cheerfulness and urge to help was evaporated from his voice. Left was a plain, deep sound - his normal voice, with no emotion. No, I meant - what do you want? Can I assist you?

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