Day Two of City Planning
Sha Chen stood at the edge of the sprawling construction site, his arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest.
His eyes were currently narrowed into a permanent, headache-inducing squint.
His nose twitched. The air, which was usually crisp with the scent of pine, frost, and the familiar, comforting smell of his pack, was completely ruined.
To his left, the heavy, pungent musk of the Tiger tribe hung in the air.
To his right, the damp, earthy scent of the Panthers.
And everywhere else, the cold, distinctly wet smell of the Azure Scale and Black Water Snakes. It was a sensory overload that was enough to make an Arctic Wolf vomit.
Why am I doing this? Why am I allowing this? Sha Chen thought to himself. He had sworn to never let outsiders know their secrets, and now he had let not one, but THREE new species have access to his land.
What would Lin Zhiying and Wang Xianmo say if they could see him now?
