Wolfe Garm
Dameon Black
Bane wondered how long it would take. He knew that she couldn't leave that one alone. Out of everything around them, all the people of different races, the fact that this pack had mixed races as full members... Everything... And all she wanted to know about was the spell. He had to give a laugh over it and swung her up to sit on his shoulder.
Thankfully, he was strong enough for it, she was small and agile enough for it, and he loved it when people stared at them when he did it.
"I knew you couldn't leave that alone, so I asked about it. Wind didn't understand it. But I can tell you what I'm picking up. It's part demonic, part Hylarr, and part deity. Either way, it works. Something about the unique mix of magics is allowing them to mix and actually do what's intended. It basically keeps personal scents from lingering. It will allow for food, perfumes, and such... But not individual scents. It's a specific spell," he explained as he moved down the street.
When they finally caught sight of their destination, he had to give another small chuckle as he let her onto her feet, "It's another spell... The house certainly doesn't look like that run-down heap. It's almost palatial and grows with the population of the pack. There's more to this place than appearances suggested. I like it," he told her then gestured for her to run on ahead to the house, knowing that she just couldn't resist by now.
Besides, if he needed to toast anyone, he needed room...