As Zac followed the scent of death which grew stronger with each meter-eating stride, he also began to feel the fur on his back rise. [i]No one should reek this bad,[/i] he says to himself as he begins coming up to the crest of a hill. [i]It just isn't natural.[/i]

As he reaches the top of the hill, he sees two figures down below. Even with the overpowering scent of death and decay, he could still make out Chrystella's scent. As he begins running once more, he realizes that the two of them seem to be talking, although it quells the sense of alarm burning inside of him by only a fraction.

Within minutes, Zac slides to a stop behind Chrystella, growling fiercely at the man opposite her, ready to charge should he try anything, although a nagging doubt in the back of his head finally makes itself known as he takes in the man's nonthreatening posture. [i]Maybe I [b]am[/b] overreacting,[/i] he thinks, although he doesn't let his guard down.