[To Leslie it probably just smelled of cold, damp wood. Pine...There wasn't much blood. Enough for the fae's antenna to notice. But she'd seen a lot of blood in her time, it had a distinct smell that it stood out.
For a second, Mikasa was still. Then her shoulders slumped, relenting. Hands lowering to her blades.]
It could just be an animal... [She really hoped it was. For Leslie's sake.] What magic do you know?
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For a second, Mikasa was still. Then her shoulders slumped, relenting. Hands lowering to her blades.]
It could just be an animal... [She really hoped it was. For Leslie's sake.] What magic do you know?