Sorry about the smell

As Alex stepped deeper into the heart of Elaris Hold, the pungent odor that had merely lingered around Jusin before now surged forward in full force, enveloping him like an unseen tide.

It hit with startling intensity, a sour, organic stench that seemed to rise from the very stones beneath his feet.

The smell clawed its way up his nostrils and settled thickly in the back of his throat, an unholy mixture of damp, matted fur, churned soil, and the acrid musk of animals penned too close together for too long. 

It was a heady blend of damp fur, churned earth, and the acrid tang of animal sweat, a smell so potent it seemed to coat the back of his throat.

Instinctively, his features contorted in a grimace, his face scrunching as the overpowering stench assaulted his senses.