[Really matter that is. Shirou looks up and they’re reached the edge of town. What was once farmland stretches out before them. He takes a deep breath but his sense of smell is still cut off. Even if he could this has been left too long.
There’s a tingle in his bones and down through his soul. It feels like the world turning right when the wind runs through fur and not over skin. Something subtle in him eases and he walks slowly to what has been a shed.]
I don’t see any tools laid out. It looks like you’re right. It was days not twenty four hours.
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[Really matter that is. Shirou looks up and they’re reached the edge of town. What was once farmland stretches out before them. He takes a deep breath but his sense of smell is still cut off. Even if he could this has been left too long.
There’s a tingle in his bones and down through his soul. It feels like the world turning right when the wind runs through fur and not over skin. Something subtle in him eases and he walks slowly to what has been a shed.]
I don’t see any tools laid out. It looks like you’re right. It was days not twenty four hours.