Look Da, no hands!

His father was there fast - so fast he wondered if his dad had been keeping an eye on him. He would never admit to feeling worried, but he immediately felt a sense of confidence as his towering larger-than-life dad appeared at his side. He fought the urge to greet his dad with a hug. He was patrolling the border, he was training to be a Knight. Knights didn’t hug their dads when a predator was at the border.

His dad was already in teaching mode, and Kea frowned thoughtfully, taking the question seriously. “I do recognise it, but I’m not sure what from, or what I’m looking for” He admitted. He didn’t like admitting to not knowing something, but he couldn’t pull up an answer he didn’t know, either. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to pinpoint where he had found this scent before.


"Ciaran Carpathius"