Cloak and Dagger

Reaching out of the southern region, Carnage crept through the surrounding areas of Erovrare, stretching farther each and every time. While he didn't fancy himself a scout or navigator, a soldier needed to be familiar with home turf  and the areas around it. He would familiarize himself with each and every territory surrounding theirs and then some, regardless if he was assigned to or not. He simply wanted to, mostly for his and Hannibal's safety. Had there been more Kleins around, he'd do it for them too. Today, there was a particular steamy look coming through the tree's that grabbed his attention. Although he had already ventured pretty far away from the forest and shrine, he was be no means walking right up on the hot springs once he'd noticed the haze spreading.

He picked up on the scent of another some time before making it to the hot springs, but had since lost it until he arrived. Spotting the female across the springs, Carthage pretended to pay no mind to her, almost like he didn't know that she was there. He dipped his head down towards the steaming water to inhale the warmth into his nostrils, internally warming himself up a fraction. Snorting back down at it and redirecting the water away, he raised his head yet reclined at the waters edge, still pretending to be unaware of her presence, as if he couldn't see her through the mist.

Unable to tell from his distance and wind direction that she was female, he had found a scent earlier that suggested as such and assumed they were the scent he'd crossed over. Carthage glanced around the springs once more, really looking to focus on something, before just happening to notice her thorough the steam rising off the warmer water. He couldn't tell if she had noticed him yet, but flashed a smirky smile her way just in case.


"Speech!"
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