#bladeofstorms

Zo was a ways out from her normal territory, so she was on-edge enough as it was when she caught a merish scent and jerked her head toward that direction. With a frown, she began walking that way. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out. Probably safer that way.

Her footsteps were silent, muffled by the shrouded boots, but she didn’t try to hide, not wanting to look like she was trying to sneak up on anyone. She was wary, ever-wary. Things that were alive were potential threats.

       The Frozen Hearth offered an excellent reprieve from the extreme cold of Winterhold; its roaring flame stood unfettered and the roast smoking over it grew ever so tender with the passing of hours.

        Onmund unfastened a couple of buttons and left his outer cloak on a hang to dry. Ordering up a couple of meads didn't seem like a bad idea either. Business was booming.

[[ Sweaty dogs smell worse than typical wet dog smell, but since the thing’s inside, it could be that. Idk my dog was absolutely rancid when she’d been running outside all day. ]]

The words caught him off guard. whipping his head around to the source. Pup, eh? Eldingar casually sniffed, more to inspect himself. No, no mangy dog smell. Not that he could notice. ”Things to do, places to be." He kept it short; didn’t want to reveal too much. "I don’t s’pose you’ve got better reason to be out and about?”

[Prompt]

Zeke

The small Imperial ran circles around the Breton, completing four laps before stopping abruptly and staring up at him. "You got a chubby face," he said matter-of-factly, before stomping on the man's boot and then taking off.

Ra'kir

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.