[ It’s not difficult to spot her through the crowd. Korra may be a short woman, but her companion is anything else. Naga looms like only the great southern predators can; the sight might be a grand one, had he never seen her whine or snuffle at a ferret. The polar bear dog is reason for caution, not fear. Fear won’t get him anywhere.
He tails behind, affecting the accidental, slipping movements of the confused. The crowd buoys him forward like a leaf in the gutter, and he allows it to slowly fill the steps between them. He’s not concerned about losing her in the crush, they’re held together by the trappings of occasion. And should she vanish into the air outside…large paws make for wide footprints.
No, Naga’s presence is nothing to fear. It’s reason for wariness, for thought. And it’s thought that hasn’t caught up with him yet, still dull and pounding behind a haze of light that he can’t comprehend. He moves on instinct, and the memory of a target —
— And he forgets completely about Naga’s nose.
The advantage to perfumes and frippery is that others grow used to their presence; the absence of a scent can be as powerful a distraction as a new one in whole. He's never affected his brother's fondness for cosmetics, and as he slips closer (twenty feet, perhaps, fifteen) to Korra, there's nothing at all to hide his presence.
(Ten feet.)
He reaches out, a hand crooked to the left, eyes locked distantly on Naga's claws. ]
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He tails behind, affecting the accidental, slipping movements of the confused. The crowd buoys him forward like a leaf in the gutter, and he allows it to slowly fill the steps between them. He’s not concerned about losing her in the crush, they’re held together by the trappings of occasion. And should she vanish into the air outside…large paws make for wide footprints.
No, Naga’s presence is nothing to fear. It’s reason for wariness, for thought. And it’s thought that hasn’t caught up with him yet, still dull and pounding behind a haze of light that he can’t comprehend. He moves on instinct, and the memory of a target —
— And he forgets completely about Naga’s nose.
The advantage to perfumes and frippery is that others grow used to their presence; the absence of a scent can be as powerful a distraction as a new one in whole. He's never affected his brother's fondness for cosmetics, and as he slips closer (twenty feet, perhaps, fifteen) to Korra, there's nothing at all to hide his presence.
(Ten feet.)
He reaches out, a hand crooked to the left, eyes locked distantly on Naga's claws. ]