Indulf felt something ominous. So, he looked at Alec for clarification with his tilted head and questionable look, pouting lips, and puffed cheeks. He looked uncertain yet intrigued at once.
"Demien is sending them straight to us, I believe." Alec was ready in between the tree branches.
Indulf tilted his head to the sky, nose high as he smelled the air aggressively.
"Faulty odor. 10 wyverns. More than 50 foes." Indulf guessed accurately.
"Any particular smell?"
"... One strong smell…" he tasted the air yet again and tilted his head. "Faulty odor." Reported Indulf absent-mindedly as he described the tasteless odor in the air.
Alec turned his head to Indulf as Indulf turned his to Alec. They looked at each other for a second before a silent agreement was formed.
"He's yours."
"He's mine."
Indulf and Alec said simultaneously at that exact order.