going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

Of all the areas of this land she’d visited thus far, which admittedly weren’t many, this was her least favorite. Muck and mud stuck to what felt like every crevice of her body and she knew it would take days to rid herself of it. If it weren’t for the fact that she thought she’d caught the scent of the runaway trio she wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the horrid place. With each step it squelched between her toes, making sick suctioning noises and she felt herself scowl. Of course they’d be in a place like this.

The wind currents were in a tizzy, courtesy of the mismatched estuaries of both freshwater and saltwater. One minute she’d catch a new scent then the next it would be gone. Ancestors, this was frustrating! She trudged after the latest smell, stalking after it in an absolutely fowl mood. A figure moved in the distance and she paused, persian blue gaze squinting to try and focus in on them. She began to move in their direction, becoming more and more sure of who it was then closer she got. Her eyes moved to scan the area around them for signs of her younger brother but she was left with nothing. Where the hell was he and why wasn’t he with him. Soon, she was in a barreling run.

”Scully Archer!” she bellowed out, her huge frame clearing a hellbent path toward the man.