She was alone – no guards in sight. Arthur and Ash twisted the helmets off and let them fall from their hands. They flumped onto the soft rug and rolled away silently before landing on the surrounding wooden floor with a hollow noise. Arthur was glad to be out of the constricting headgear: he wiped the sweat from his brow while Ash pulled some loose strands of hair out of her eyes. ‘How did you know it was us?’ Arthur asked, trying to appear as unperturbed as Drysi seemed. ‘I was expecting you. And us wolves have a very good sense of smell, you know,’ said Drysi. ‘Even under all that dreadful stench, I still recognised your scents. Arthur, you smell of boy and cheese pizzas and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s anger, maybe it’s fear. It could just be sadness and longing. And Ash, you smell like your mother’s baking, although I know it’s been a long time since you’ve had that.
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