By now, the strange black miasma enveloping the creatures was gradually dissipating, revealing more of their physical forms. Unfortunately, because all three had died in their wolf forms, there was very little useful information to gather from their bodies alone.
Zion leaned closer and carefully examined them. There was still a faint trace of pine and cedar in their scent, suggesting that they belonged to an actual pack rather than being rogues. That alone was worth noting, although it wasn't enough to establish their identities.
Still, there was something about that scent that nagged at him. It felt strangely familiar, as though he'd encountered it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where. He frowned briefly, trying to recall the connection, before eventually pushing the thought to the back of his mind. He didn't have an answer yet, and now wasn't the time to waste every second chasing a vague memory.
