It's easy to get around when your dad is a god. Originally, he'd come here to check out the radioactive wolves. Maybe talk to them. See if they grew extra heads. That would be neat!
But they haven't. Although, a new, interesting smell has caught Fenris' attention. It's the smell of magic. Or maybe space-time energy. Not really that different, when you think about it. He doesn't know how to differentiate, just that it's a trail to follow for his innate tracking instincts.
So, he follows it, all the way back to the source, a black wolf on a black night, silent as-- OMG, A SQUIRREL. CATCH IT. EAT IT.
Right. Sneaking. Yes. He must be quiet.
On the other hand, he is not the only thing not being quiet. There are other sounds, too, and Fenris is curious, so he heads towards them, wanting to find out who else is tracking the magic. Or the radioactive wolves.
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But they haven't. Although, a new, interesting smell has caught Fenris' attention. It's the smell of magic. Or maybe space-time energy. Not really that different, when you think about it. He doesn't know how to differentiate, just that it's a trail to follow for his innate tracking instincts.
So, he follows it, all the way back to the source, a black wolf on a black night, silent as-- OMG, A SQUIRREL. CATCH IT. EAT IT.
Right. Sneaking. Yes. He must be quiet.
On the other hand, he is not the only thing not being quiet. There are other sounds, too, and Fenris is curious, so he heads towards them, wanting to find out who else is tracking the magic. Or the radioactive wolves.