And with a leap, she already cleared 3/4th of the distance between them before ending her sentence, jaws agape, ready to maul him.
And with a leap, she already cleared 3/4th of the distance between them before ending her sentence, jaws agape, ready to maul him.
"Qu'est-ce que… Quelle est cette odeur?"
She instantly turned her head in his direction.
"And...blood!"
Apparently she could smell the corpses too.
Now approaching.
"Qu'est-ce que… Quelle est cette odeur?"
She instantly turned her head in his direction.
"And...blood!"
Apparently she could smell the corpses too.
Now approaching.
He better has something to suppress his scent.
He better has something to suppress his scent.
I vant to be productive...
But I don't 'ave any Job's eitzhair..."
I vant to be productive...
But I don't 'ave any Job's eitzhair..."