((sorry. Been very busy. D:< ))

((Accepted.))

((Angel: Read it.))

Jace yawned, a scent hitting the glands at the top of his mouth. The girl from earlier? The scent was fresh. He stretched out again, padding towards the familiar smell.

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Josh whistled, listening for Muerte's heavy breathing, or whiplash tail against tree trunks. Nothing. Where could he be...?