Snippet #1750067

Kyra heard things flying in the air and she smelt blood. She casted out her senses. Blast was in front, Dusk was beside her again. She couldn't feel the others anywhere near. Kyra yanked her hand out of Blast's and graved his shirt, pulled him back. She could smell something else. She didn't know what it was, but it drew her to it, like a moth attracted to light. She didn't know how she knew where to go, but she did. She pulled Blast backwards, not caring if he tripped.

Kyra walked through the maze, pulling the other along, until she smelt the same smell. She heard a growl.