[ At first, Vasquez barely pays Faraday’s sniffing any mind; he assumes the wolf caught the scent of a rabbit or similar.
Until Faraday goes tense, until he’s truly trying to scent something.
Vasquez pauses, letting his hands fall from Faraday’s fur to look around. ]
What is it, perrito?
[ He pushes himself upright, taking the opportunity to try and catch the strange new scent. It’s... familiar, but he can’t recognize it – other than to think it reminds him an awful lot of Faraday. ]
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Until Faraday goes tense, until he’s truly trying to scent something.
Vasquez pauses, letting his hands fall from Faraday’s fur to look around. ]
What is it, perrito?
[ He pushes himself upright, taking the opportunity to try and catch the strange new scent. It’s... familiar, but he can’t recognize it – other than to think it reminds him an awful lot of Faraday. ]