Yeah, just... His frustrated huff flaps his jowls. He watches her head off again, and keeps his eyes focused on her, trying to train his sense of smell on tracking her, instead of the myriad of things that have been through the area. She was right though, and he found it easier to follow her as they went along. It was funny, how he could swear she smelled the same. It was like curling up with her after she'd had a shower, and focusing on that was more than easy.
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Date: 2012-10-16 07:06 am (UTC)From:Right, pizza.