wolf in sheeps clothing \\// joining

The scent of rot was a familiar one. Sickening cloying the senses that reminded them of the destruction left in their wake. Monkey cages filled with prisoners and the lion den holding the animate tool for their destruction. Iron clad- war bound creature - kitsune with fire in their eyes but never in their paws. Too young-

Argus shakes their head, from the few instances of lurking in the jungle, they didn't expect such a smell- without the similar common stench of death. It piqued curiosity, and a certain sense of dread. Katastre had been long dead for them- years without the fox's snarl ringing in the back of their mind, but they follow alone dutifully, as a member of the pitt, if anything else to rip the stranger in two.

Dull red met the brilliant red of the rotting, dying thing at their borders. A low hum cut off - ears twisting towards the other member of their group dressing the stranger. They don't make much comment until Romano says their piece, the white lupine slinging into the conversation and view both; "Don't think there is any healing to the dead, we could try but our medic ain't much of a miracle worker."