Drew..
Something in Drew recognized the scent several hours into the walk. It was a particular ambient thing Drew couldn’t exactly identify. An environmental or perhaps natural thing. Perhaps the plants or the soil gave off the smell. The scent of pollen? Or maybe it was just the very air itself that was different. Drew couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but it was almost like a scent from his own past. A sense-memory of his own.. Like he’d grown up with it.. Drew froze in the middle of his next step, every muscle suddenly tense as a bow string.
“Oh no.” He whispered. “Barbatos!” The hushed call quavered and Drew tried to clear his throat. “Barbatos!” He tried more strongly, projecting all of his fear at his Demon. Barbatos heaved a sigh, though his head turned side to side slowly, e
