[As he rounds the corner, a certain grey wolf yelps and jumps out of the way. Not necessary, but it's a good habit to keep at this point. Morrigan looks up at him, blinks twice, then grins. Well now, this is something.]
If it is damp and possibly reminiscent of plantlife? I smell it, too.
[She'd know the scent anywhere, but something seems... off. Just like the rest of this blasted place.]
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If it is damp and possibly reminiscent of plantlife? I smell it, too.
[She'd know the scent anywhere, but something seems... off. Just like the rest of this blasted place.]