Zariah's nose twitched slightly, scrunching up as she picked up a rancid odour that wafted her way from somewhere up ahead.
Zariah was not surprised she had picked up the scent before the rest of the company,
Zariah had always had more heightened senses than the rest of the crimson wolves, as the sole heir to the bloodline of the Crimson Alpha, her supernatural abilities were much more advanced than the rest of her pack.
Zariah immediately recognized just what that rancid odour meant and her gaze narrowed in rage as she conveyed a single word to her company through their shared mind link.
"Rogues." Zariah thought to the rest of the company.
"How far out?" Darren's voice sounded through the pack link.
"Another day's run." Zariah thought back.
"Do rogues just hang about anywhere out here? I thought we were close to the border of Dawn Fang Pack." Kaileen said in a distasteful tone.
