Alor walks quietly out of science class. his spirit has been stirring quite a bit today, and he isn't sure why. but there's one thing that he keeps catching every time the beast inside him howls... a scent... sweet? earthy? he couldn't tell, not having caught the wiff for long. suddenly, the Amarok hurls itself in a specific direction as the scent hits him, and the force is enough to knock him to the floor, at their feet, bookbag spilling open. "darn you, Amarok!" he hisses, looking up.
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