A Wicked Smell

A few days had passed since the large celebration event had occurred. It was meant to be a peaceful period for the group; they weren’t under any attack, and truthfully, it wasn’t as if they were at war with any of the Kings for a change.

The issue was the constant tension in the air, almost as if anything was going to happen at any second, which kept them on their toes. Gary still hadn’t fully committed to making a decision of joining the Altered Hunters or trying to attack Lupus first.

Instead, his plan was to get information from Innu and Blake before anything, and maybe the Lupus Gang itself by heading to the city. The main issue was the smell. Although there would be some of those that needed to apply more deodorant than others when waking up, or some were lucky enough to apply none at all, this wouldn’t matter.