Ristina breathed in the the flowery scent of mekoa and sighed in relief. The iron smell of blood was just too terrible. She wanted to warn mekoa so badly about the strange scent in the blood. It wasn't normal or natural. Iron may be strong in human blood....but this blood was drenched in the scent of iron...and it was more than usual. She had rarely been driven to paw at her nose over a death, or blood. But this...this was too much. Their was more blood. She was positive that mekoa did not know just how much blood was at the end....or nearby on the trail. From the scent it was a slaughter.<br/>The flowery scent lessoned the smell of blood. Which allowed her to yip trying to tell mekoa about the danger. They shouldn't just go straight to the slaughter because it was overly possible what killed the person ...might still be there.Her fox ears were straight up she hoped represented her horse when it knew danger was up ahead.