Arshe's eyes shifted away from Vash, his fury momentarily redirected as he focused on his heightened senses. Ignoring the witch's unyielding stance, he took a deep breath, allowing his nose to guide him. The familiar scent of Marina lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy undertones of the forest surrounding the house. She was definitely home.
Arshe's lips curled into a grim smile as he confirmed her presence. If she was merely asleep, waking her up would be no problem. He was certain that the second she heard his voice, she'd come running to him, just as she always had.
'A well-trained dog never disobeys the master!' The thought soothed his anger slightly, providing a sense of control in an otherwise chaotic situation.
