The All Kinds Pack
Stacy replied as they walked towards the cabin.
“It’s my fault too, I didn’t come to Dom’s ceremony and I didn’t offer help when your Packhouse was lost.”
“Look, I need your help identifying a scent I have never smelt before.” Stacy added as the two sat in opposite chairs in the main living area of the cabin.
“Sure, what was the combination?” Nikki asked as she leaned back in the leather recliner.
“Asian, no Oriental, with nasty bite to it, like…”
“Like decay.” Nikki finished, not as a question but stating a fact.