[Ishu]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer 17.

He was only out of the base for a few hours, kicking a little chunk of stone along the cement tunnels, when he felt a shift, a familiar shift. His nose wrinkled and he grumbled, the sound echoing in his throat. Amante continued forward until he saw a pitch black ball and sniffed again. Shadows. But these were different from the ones he normally came into contact with.

With a quirked brow, he began to approach and put his hand up, much like you would to a dog to smell you, and he waited to be accepted by them. He just wanted to figure out what was going on. The had a familiar scent and, though he knew these were not the ones that existed... everywhere, they did smell a bit like Leila. However, whether Leila was inside or not, he could not tell, as they cloaked everything within themselves.