TYRONE
As soon as we started crossing the field of roses on the outskirts of our territory, a unique fragrance stood out among the intense perfume of the scarlet flowers. It was nothing like anything I had ever smelled before. It was floral with balsamic undertones, yet also spicy with a delicious hint of sweetness.
The closer we got to the borders, the easier it was to analyze every detail about the alluring scent. I was quickly hit by its warmth, welcoming like the sun, and peppery like its ardent rays. It had a subtle fruity essence, like the harvest season. It reminded me of fall. It reminded me of…cinnamon pumpkin.
I was supposed to be tracking down a dangerous intruder, yet the scent was anything but dangerous. On the contrary; it was comforting, making me feel safe. It called ou
