Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180330025239

As they land and survey the area, Tirush's opinion is made clear. She retains little expression, but her breathing becomes deep and shaky as she tries to control her emotions at the sight of so many dead. She ditracts herself by applying herself to the task at hand.

Lurching forward, she gets down on all fours and begins to prowl, like a panther. Slowly slinking one way, then another, she takes great huffs of the air, then the ground. Though her mind screams at the horrible smell of decayed human flesh, she doesn't waver.

"They are not among these," she says. "I do not taste them. They must be alive, then.  This is good.  They may be close, but their taste is held back by the flesh in the air." She speaks with certainty, and an amount of hope.