[What an awkward, tense little group they make, walking from the graveyard to the stables. Two tense, unhappy humans and a deeply awkward wolf trailing behind them, ears alert and eyes glancing in every direction. How strange it is for all of them to be moving towards one very specific stall to let the wolf smell a horse.
To Ciri's concerns, there is only a nod of the wolf's head. His nose wiggles. Flares. And then Alucard gets to work.
He starts by sniffing at Roach's middle, where any sort of attached saddle or other riding kit would be. The smell of the stable is the strongest, but below that is leather. Then dessert, all open air and dry, dry climes that carry cacti on it. There's...there's something with the leather, but he can't figure out what.
So the wolf stands up on its' hind legs. There's more leather on the top part of the horse (he is aware there's better terminology, but fuck it), so the smell is stronger there. Or at least it should be. Alucard takes a deeper sniff, careful not to press too much weight against Roach.
Ozone?
That can't be right. But the note is similar, and it mixes with the layer of leather.
The wolf moves out of Roach's stall. He knows what he is hunting for now, and it is only a matter of finding where the other two have placed Roach's saddle for now. It takes a few minutes to find the darn thing, but once it happens? Alucard's wolfy snout is pressed against it, working through the layers of scent. (He never wanted to know what Geralt's butt smelled like, but here he is, cursed with knowledge.)
The ozone scent is there again, but with it is something else. A faint undercurrent, and--oh.
Oh dear.
A sigh escapes the wolf, and Alucard is standing in the thing's place a moment later, eyes cast down.]
I can't say what happened. Only that there's traces of magic here that would block further tracking.
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To Ciri's concerns, there is only a nod of the wolf's head. His nose wiggles. Flares. And then Alucard gets to work.
He starts by sniffing at Roach's middle, where any sort of attached saddle or other riding kit would be. The smell of the stable is the strongest, but below that is leather. Then dessert, all open air and dry, dry climes that carry cacti on it. There's...there's something with the leather, but he can't figure out what.
So the wolf stands up on its' hind legs. There's more leather on the top part of the horse (he is aware there's better terminology, but fuck it), so the smell is stronger there. Or at least it should be. Alucard takes a deeper sniff, careful not to press too much weight against Roach.
Ozone?
That can't be right. But the note is similar, and it mixes with the layer of leather.
The wolf moves out of Roach's stall. He knows what he is hunting for now, and it is only a matter of finding where the other two have placed Roach's saddle for now. It takes a few minutes to find the darn thing, but once it happens? Alucard's wolfy snout is pressed against it, working through the layers of scent. (He never wanted to know what Geralt's butt smelled like, but here he is, cursed with knowledge.)
The ozone scent is there again, but with it is something else. A faint undercurrent, and--oh.
Oh dear.
A sigh escapes the wolf, and Alucard is standing in the thing's place a moment later, eyes cast down.]
I can't say what happened. Only that there's traces of magic here that would block further tracking.