Third Cycle, Seventh Brightening of Optia. Era XIV PF
Baby trotted ahead of Temujin, her lean body blended into the ash and ruins that surrounded her as she lead deep down an alleyway, past the
Dirty Prince and into the heart of the old Archadoon. Blackened ivy weakly crept up the side of a forlorn looking building that had been built from stone and demolished partially during the intense blazes that had engulfed the city.
The dog froze, her short and broad muzzle twitching, her wedge shaped ears darted forward as she scented the air, paying no attention to the Human that accompanied her.
"Be careful," said the voice again, this time Temujin could clearly see her muzzle move as she spoke to him.
"We are getting close." Quietly she stepped over a few gnawed on corpses, scenting them absently before continuing on. The whisper of large clawed feet could be detected, scurrying across the stone and rubble.