[b][center]Here Cometh the Wolves[/center][/b]

Tuleria was just full of new experiences. If her walk through the city and harbour had dazzled Esyllt, the events down here simply overwhelmed her senses. She occasionally had to keep herself from gagging from the stench the ratman carried, although these attempts were met with variable degrees of success. It was not the most graceful of her moments, but fortunately it seemed appearances mattered less down with the pack than in their previous company. If Putin was any indication, at least. Esyllt wasn't sure if his stench was getting to her mind, or they'd been walking in circles... Which would make sense considering she was not part of the pack. Although the following party Putin mentioned could also be the reason... She tried to map the route out in her head, but with all there was to take in, Esyllt could not make a clear picture.

“Maylene, if I may ask, there is something I've been wondering.” Esyllt asked as they stepped into the tunnels. “How is it you noticed my telepathy? It's never happened before.” The question was partly because Esyllt genuinely wondered, but also partly because it'd allow her to follow the sound of Maylene's voice in the dark tunnels.