Last chance to survive

Blindness was something he was beginning to get used to, but not by any means enjoying. He couldn't mope around the Armada forever and he needed to start doing things that bettered the Armada before he had his newfound position ripped from his paws. He enjoyed being Reaper of course, but it was really hard to enjoy anything when he couldn't see what he was enjoying. Just about the only thing he really enjoyed anymore was spending time with Deathbelle, even if he had to imagine her beautiful features and soak in the sound of her voice. He wondered if he'd ever even be able to see her again as he wandered around to look for Sirius to accompany him outside of the borders. He felt safe enough with the company of his companions, but he'd rather have the Warlord along for the walk.

The sun was dipping low in the sky, beginning to darken around them, but he only knew from the dipping temperatures. Thankfully their home didn't get too cold, but his other senses were picking up for his lack of sight and he could tell the day was getting later and it wouldn't be long before it was dark. He was eager to take some time out of the Warlords day to stroll around outside of the borders, to see if there was anything worth investigating. It wasn't long after they had made it to the forest, however, that Magnus picked up on a scent of rogues. It wasn't exactly uncommon, but the scent still made him question. Maybe it was because he had hardly left the safety of the Armada's borders, but he still couldn't get past how strange it made him feel.

"There were rogues here earlier. Not long ago, either." He mentioned, wondering if Sirius had also picked up on the scent.