The path to righteousness

Today, he had rolled in some heavily scented herbs. A nearby stranger had informed him that it was called lavender. It made him feel quite fancy, though it made it nearly impossible to smell anyone coming. With a bone deep calm settled in, he wandered in search of someone else. Lately he had been falling behind in his duty. Sharing the gospel of his Father had become difficult lately, as this heathen land was not interested in what he had to say of the foreign Lord.

A familiar musk invaded his nostrils. Lifting his tail high over his hips, head held just as proudly, he would trot briskly along the trail. Broad alabaster paws would prance delicately over the terra, seeking the familiar sibling. There was a pang of fear in his gut, that the lingering scent of Samael had not been fully cleansed. It was a tiny worry, hardly enough for him to even think about it. The terrain would become unfamiliar, and the scent would become stronger. Soon enough, he could hear his brother pacing. It stopped, and the soft thump of the male sitting down followed. "Michael, dear brother." The herald crooned, smiling softly. "I was beginning to worry, when I couldn't find you all this time." Snout would seek the form of his brother, aiming to slide his snout along the throat and shoulder of the smaller man.