[center][h3][color=khaki]Malleck ‘Freepaw’[/color][/h3]
Addressing [@Tortoise][/center]

The Ainok were best suited to open plains and rolling savannah, where they could let loose their full speed and tear across the landscape... This constrained forest was hardly the best terrain then, but even so malleck would have had to actively try to be as slow as Athulwin, something that the young storyteller just didn't quite have the patience in him to be able to do. Every now and again he'd stop his traversal of the forest to turn back to the older man and let loose an [color=khaki]impatient yip[/color] or [color=khaki]heavy huff[/color], but despite his complaining he never let the monk out of his sight until at last the pair had arrived into the artificial clearing.

Almost immediately the Ainok could tell something was wrong. Without thinking, Malleck's [color=khaki]lips drew back, his ears flattened and his tail stiffened,[/color] the dog's nose repeatedly probing the air. There was a scent they'd never encountered before on the edge of their scent. They mentioned as much to Athulwin, before eagerly nodding at his suggestion and slipping back into the treeline, blotched fur making him remarkably hard to track among the sun-dappled forest.