[She's seen worse smiles from werewolves, though it does give her momentary pause before she shrugs it off. Sort of, as she samples the scents.]
I am not so certain. [She's so far been a survivor of a Blight; she knows the scent of decomposition well, and of corruption. Yet she can't quite put a claw on why that is the first thing to come to mind.]
It almost smells of home. [Which is not a good thing, by the slight growl.]
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I am not so certain. [She's so far been a survivor of a Blight; she knows the scent of decomposition well, and of corruption. Yet she can't quite put a claw on why that is the first thing to come to mind.]
It almost smells of home. [Which is not a good thing, by the slight growl.]