ELRETH
Her heart was racing. As soon as she scented the human she knew. She knew.
Oddly, the shock had made her incredibly clear headed and calm, despite her body's racing system. She'd told Aaryn to back off of Marryk because she could scent the sheer terror on Hannah.
The poor girl was shivering in her… strange pants that seemed to made of some stiff fabric rather than leather. And they stank.
Everything about the woman stank, frankly, but Elreth knew it would be rude to mention it. The poor girl couldn't control what she smelled like.
"Don't be scared, Hannah," she said, as kindly as she could, "we won't hurt you. I promise."
"El," Aaryn snapped, his voice low and gruff. "Don't get too close."
