"Waiting for me?" I blinked, a bit confused.
"Of course," Fenrir said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "I've always known you're the one who holds the core's fragment."
I raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"
"Yeah, of course. I'm a wolf god, Carl. You forget, I have a keen sense of smell. And you, my friend, smell like Kaleon."
I blinked at him, completely thrown off. "Smell like Kaleon?" I glanced down at myself like I was suddenly covered in wolf pheromones or something. "What does that even mean?"
Fenrir chuckled at my reaction. "It's not literal, Carl. But as a wolf god, I can sense Kaleon's essence. It's kinda like his 'signature scent' that clings to you. You've got the Kaleon brand, if you will."
"Well, great," I muttered. "Now I'm the walking, talking Kaleon air freshener."
