Cketch gives a strange strangled yip that's halfway between a bark and a gasp.
That emotion smelt powerfully spicy like a Spelon Berry he had accidentally eaten once.
Those sounds from outside are a scuffle of voices.
Cketch swiftly follows Therese out of the house, staying in would hardly save him if there was a battle going on.
Swiftly he uses his Foresight on the scene.
His fears had come true, not content with the few that wandered into the tower the hot sand scent had come down to the streets.
Torrent's familiar scent was tinged bitter with anger, the small earth scented Noir smelt sweeter of despair and fear.
There was a new scent, the crackling ozone of an electric type mixed with...lanolin.
Cketch holds his tail at the ready.
The sand scent seems more menacing as if it has gotten larger.
The lanolin smell was in danger and the growing smell of worry cut a fine line through the air.
Cketch warily moves into the door frame as the two smaller pokemon are ushered inside, waiting to heighten his remaining senses and dodge at the last moment should it continue to attack.