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Juno sniffs the strangers, considering their diverse scents. She watches their movements, considering their personal temperaments.
*The blue one with the white eyes smells of toil and trouble... Interesting.*
The Embeth hound moves closer to the samsaran and sniffs his hand.
*Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.*
She looks back at her pack. *I choose this one as mine.*
She licks the wizard-priest, marking him as her own. Then Juno sits down near his leg and yawns, the matter settled.
*Perhaps I'll eat the rabbit in his robes.*