Taryn frowned as the heavy musk filled the air.<br/><br/>"Do you smell that?" she sniffed. She had noticed that when he was passionate about something that the atmosphere around them changed. The air became charged with energy, the earth seemed to tremor and Taryn thought even the scents around him changed. Usually he smelled of pleasant dusty, wood smoke, fur and something decidedly cat, but this aroma was distinct. She had a feeling that if she understood him better that his scent might offer a key to what he was thinking.<br/><br/>He ignored her and stared into the fire, his ears flat against his neat skull.<br/><br/>"I think the idea of a scouting party from every clan is a good idea. Will you, as the peacekeeper, be in command? or will the Hyane think they are the expedition leaders since they have a warrior's reputation."<br/><br/>Taryn emptied her cup and knelt to wipe it clean before packing it in her backpack.<br/><br/>"You haven't told me what to expect from the Hyane." she said, standing point blank in front of him." The thought of Hyane is loathsome and terrifying. Help me, here, I need to be prepared to meet them, so I don't show fear."