Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171028042706

(Hound) "Hmmm....I'm better with my ears Uncle Marcus, but if it is cologne perhaps I can pick it up?"

She leans forward, sliding up slightly against his back. She cranes her neck past his head and makes an audible sniffing, the intake of air pressing her chest ever harder against him.

Soon, she can no longer take in any more air, and lets out a deep sigh as she relaxes back into the saddle.

However, just slow enough to comprehend she breaths, "It's a decoy."

She then traces an arrow in his abs where she holds onto him, the shape directing him left.