[ It jerks to attention, gold eyes focusing on Vasquez. Slowly, it rises to its feet, ignoring the protests of the various wounds across its body. Its ears swivel forward, hackles raised and tail held out.
It sniffs at the air, takes in the scent of cigar smoke and gunpowder, sawdust and sweat. The stench of old blood and old flesh and death.
If it recognizes Vasquez from their last run-in, it shows no signs of it; instead, it snarls baring its fangs. ]
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It sniffs at the air, takes in the scent of cigar smoke and gunpowder, sawdust and sweat. The stench of old blood and old flesh and death.
If it recognizes Vasquez from their last run-in, it shows no signs of it; instead, it snarls baring its fangs. ]