> You gather up that heated blanket. Medicine for Damian for the fever, as well as some bags of tea that you hope he’ll be willing to drink. You bundle these things together, then activate your new wrist transportalizer, and you’re off!
When you arrive, certain things hit you:
Roxy was here. She isn’t now. She smells like she had been wounded. You make a mental note to check on her.
Ioh has a new packmate. You don’t think he’s here right now. That’s a shame. You wanted to meet him.
Damian is sick. You can smell fever and it makes you want to panic. You hate fever smell.
Ioh is here of course. Your heart flutters.
There is a foreign smell.
It’s new. That soft scent that newborns carry on them, and your tail ticks curiously.
"Ioh?" you call, and set about looking for him.
This is a scent you must know the source of.