Turtleback Lake everywhere i go it follows

“Yeah, well…y’see any skunks ‘round here?”

Namir paused, raising a brow at her companion. I mean, he wasn’t wrong – no one else would be to smell anything if they got hit by one of those walking stink bombs – but that was including them, too. Wouldn’t know if someone was on to them. Shit, if it hit their eyes, there’d be no going into any pack lands at all. As unappealing as her idea might be from a sensibilities point of view, well. It was gonna work real good. And it wasn’t gonna point to them the same way using the same tactic over and over and over again would.

“Good. Glad we’re agreed,” she laughed happily, tail waving behind her. “We can clean up soon as we’re awful far. Gotta anyways, in case anyone runs into us later.”

If they smelled the scent while on Namir and Saros, well – the jig would be up.

“Alright. Let’s get t’ work, big Buzzard,” she hummed, turning about as she pointed herself near the close pack. They’d find exactly what they were looking for with a little sniffing…and then the game would begin.

( It was all fun and games until someone got caught, anyways.)

Fade.