Celris growled deep in her throat, "Be glad you don't have my nose. Aye, I smell it." Her ears were laying flat against her skull, fur ruffled up to make her body look bigger, and eyes wide and glaring. She made no such effort to move her beast, which reluctantly followed it's fellow.<br/>Death, rot, decay...she felt defiled by the mere scent of it. She growled again, "Black, if that's something of the environment, fine, we can explore, but if it moves closer to us while we remain still..." She let out a sharp bark and waved up to Osbourne, who was circling overhead.<br/>She finished the sentence, her instincts screaming at her to run, to hide, to jump into a kinder death than the one approaching. "I don't want to meet it. We can take a detour, heck, if you want to go on I'd rather tie myself to the HighBreed while he f-flies over it."<br/>The instinctual fear was starting to take effect on her limbs. She stiffened in her seat until she was almost completely immobile, fur on end. She would curse herself, Celris wasn't one to run in fear, but her senses were telling her it was not only dangerous, but<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>.<br/>Osbourne landed, looking to them in slight confusion. "What?"<br/>Celris pointed ahead, "Do you sense that?"<br/>Osbourne paused, he sensed something, but nothing he would consider alarming. It was familiar, whatever it was. "I could fly ahead if you wished, to examine it."