CH 19 — Eisbaer

Logically speaking, Eisbaer knew they’d only been walking (both ways) for an hour at the most, but she was still relieved to be on the back of Vallens’ motorbike. Her poor paws were dead tired! I really need to work out more... Maybe it was all the downed trees and foliage on her sensitive paw pads. Or was the issue that she hadn’t broken them in yet? The average bear didn’t sit behind a computer screen all day, or seclude itself indoors to work with clay and sharp instruments.

Eisbaer rested her chin on Vallens’ shoulder and softly exhaled. For a manifestation of Death itself, ve sure smelled nice...even ignoring the subtle hint of sweat. To her, Death would smell foul and pungent, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the small hairs of your nostrils. A smell you could not simply wash out or cover up with softer, pleasing scents. But what she picked up from Vallens did not match up with expectations. Her nose wasn’t as strong as Saffron’s, but she detected lemongrass and...lavender?

Pleasant scents. The kind she’d use to freshen up the home or help turn her mood around. Eisbaer’s little nub of a tail twitched in amusement. Death was a fan of essential oils, it seems.