The End Is Nigh [PO]

Something smelled off - very off, and Lykos couldn't figure out what it was. He peered around the big metal monster at his alpha; the scent of Valentine was mixed with something icky and weird, and Lykos didn't like that at all. Why was it there? Why did it smell so odd? Why was Valentine moving so slowly - lowering himself to the ground so slowly? He seemed old, so very old. Cautiously, he approached, whining softly. Was something wrong? Something terribly wrong? "What's wrong?" he said quietly as he stepped towards the man, ears flicking back as concern nigh on radiated off of the tall yearling.