Drew On- Senses 2

Hugging trees and staying low, Drew darted through the darkness, stalking back along the forest’s edge. He allowed enough of the Wolf through to heighten his senses: his sight was instantly sharper, the world a canvas of sharp gray shapes as his night vision quickly acclimatized to the surroundings. His keen nose could pick out every smell on the wind, from the clean scent of freshly fallen snow to every animal trail that wound through the twisted undergrowth. He could pinpoint the enemy’s odor now, the distinct tang of human sweat mixed with steel. Armored? That ruled out the Wyldermen, as the forest folk preferred hide and leather and weapons crafted from flint. Another smell, too: horses. Riders? How many?

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