Haunted valley

Pointing at the suspicious smell, Oswald said. "I don't know this one, but it looks nothing good. There's the distinctive odour of putrefaction in it, but not that of an animal." He walked at the same pace as the redhead, and he wouldn't let any of the group but Glen hear what his discussion was about.

The team was composed of five groups pairs of soldiers and a wandering one, the colonel who ventured in between duos.

"You guys can really do that?" The colonel asked, unable to pick up the smell. He pointed at Oswald before saying. "If you really look alike a wolf and can do that, then, he is the same specie?"

Laurel gave him a scowl while Oswald's glare darkened.

"Specie? Have you stopped considering us one of yours? Aren't our senses an asset for this mission?" He knew his eating habits were uncommon, considering himself as a monster rather than a human was comforting him over the cruel acts he did.

"I don't, besides, my eyes are more than enough to scout an area..."