Re: Caleb | Cat | Cullum
Caleb hadn't come in his human form, there had been no point when they needed the hound. So it was the hound they'd gotten in all of its glory of red eyes, black fur, sharp fangs, and reeking with the stench of death. He could feel the energy, dark and inviting. It caressed him like a cat, made his hairs stand on end. The hound was metaphorically in heaven, which meant things were wrong.
Still they walked further, deeper, until it was just the three of them and his senses sharpened to pinpoints. With each step he took the ground blackened beneath his paws and by the time they'd actually stepped onto the plantation grounds smoldering embers were left in their wake.
He smelled the sulphur before they'd gotten to close, his steps hesitated before his nose scented first the air and then the ground. Hackles raised the warning growl was low, steadily growing in volume and intensity if only to warn Callum and Cat.