Streets of Fandom; Tuesday [ 03/23 ].
The first thing that Angua noticed this morning when she woke up was that something was wrong...decidedly wrong...with the air. It was kind of hard not to notice it, really, with a nose like hers, and, even if she couldn't quite discern what it was or what it might do, she knew that it was at least annoying the her hypersensitive sense of scent. There was always the even that there was something more to it, too, as was likely the case with scents.
This was clearly a task to take on the paw. She could stay lower to the ground, below where most of the fog seemed to be collecting at human breathing level. She could also move faster, whenever she felt that lingering left her feeling effected. She could also move a little incognito. At best, most of the people around would just figure she was some dog innocently wandering the streets, sniffing them out.
Angua had to admit; she kind of loved getting to do this. As long as she remembered her human self, as well.
[[ open for interaction! But also a catch-all post for anyone else who wants to be in the streets to encounter certain beasties or fog. That there's a wolf about is a-okay, but that it's Angua is NFB, please and thank you! ]]
This was clearly a task to take on the paw. She could stay lower to the ground, below where most of the fog seemed to be collecting at human breathing level. She could also move faster, whenever she felt that lingering left her feeling effected. She could also move a little incognito. At best, most of the people around would just figure she was some dog innocently wandering the streets, sniffing them out.
Angua had to admit; she kind of loved getting to do this. As long as she remembered her human self, as well.
[[ open for interaction! But also a catch-all post for anyone else who wants to be in the streets to encounter certain beasties or fog. That there's a wolf about is a-okay, but that it's Angua is NFB, please and thank you! ]]