[ He grumbles again – or at least, offers his closest approximation of it – but lets Vasquez go back to his work.
He picks out a few more burrs from his front legs for a while, but his ears perk at the sound of heavy weight on shifting sand. At first, Faraday doesn't pay it much mind. After a few minutes, when he realizes the footsteps are growing closer, Faraday finally stops, lifting his head, scenting at the air.
The wolf affords him a few heightened senses, and this close to the full moon, they're heightened to an almost painful degree. He tenses as he takes in the scent of dry air and sand, the distinct smell of night. The strange, warm scent from Vasquez.
And then, something distant, but distinctly other. ]
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He picks out a few more burrs from his front legs for a while, but his ears perk at the sound of heavy weight on shifting sand. At first, Faraday doesn't pay it much mind. After a few minutes, when he realizes the footsteps are growing closer, Faraday finally stops, lifting his head, scenting at the air.
The wolf affords him a few heightened senses, and this close to the full moon, they're heightened to an almost painful degree. He tenses as he takes in the scent of dry air and sand, the distinct smell of night. The strange, warm scent from Vasquez.
And then, something distant, but distinctly other. ]