Lion of Prideless
Played by Fess

ooc: Appolagies for the wait, work ate me this week.

IC:
Most of the foliage scents that hit his nose were of the rotting or subdued sorts, so when a faint tinge of recently plucked freshness wafted his attention was split two ways, partly on his present predicament and partly on attempting to ascertain where the faint hints were originating from.

His motions stilled, breathing becoming slow and low to minimize all sound he was emitting in an effort to allow cupped forward ears to ear any faint murmurs of sound. Due to the time of year insects were not droning loudly for once, and few other living creatures presently roamed the ... murky depths of this local.

Quietly he drew another deep breath in, maw opening just slightly even as he grimaced. he could almost taste the swamp scenting this deeply. But Corb also thought perhaps he could catch the faintest touch of something else as well, something.... familiar and lionne. There was a chance he was not alone. There was also a chance the damn swamp gasses were getting to him. "...."

@Basilia

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