Max’s scent is like that. Waterfall mist on mossy stones.” “And Hardin?” “Hardin is a little more difficult to explain to someone who has never been a wolf. Basically, he smells like the moon reflecting off tranquil waters.” Hunter paused as he considered that. “So together they’d be this moonlit waterfall that spills into a crystal pond surrounded by glistening mossy stones? That sounds… lovely.” “I’d assume the spilling into would usually happen the other way around, but yeah.” “Aaand you ruined it. Thanks.”
