[Maka says this in a quieter tone to the Tepig skirting around in front of her, sniffing at the ground as if looking for something. He's being quiet, too, thankfully, only soft oinking noises as he sniffs. He pauses for a second and looks back, making sure he hasn't actually gone too far ahead of the girl--no, Maka's still there with her group, so Wilbur skitters back to them. Unfortunately, he didn't smell anything of particular note, but that's only to be expected. Maka just adjusts the straps of her pack and scans the environment herself.
Maybe...if there's people nearby, she'd be able to sense it. Being a Psychic type has to have some use, doesn't it?]
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[Maka says this in a quieter tone to the Tepig skirting around in front of her, sniffing at the ground as if looking for something. He's being quiet, too, thankfully, only soft oinking noises as he sniffs. He pauses for a second and looks back, making sure he hasn't actually gone too far ahead of the girl--no, Maka's still there with her group, so Wilbur skitters back to them. Unfortunately, he didn't smell anything of particular note, but that's only to be expected. Maka just adjusts the straps of her pack and scans the environment herself.
Maybe...if there's people nearby, she'd be able to sense it. Being a Psychic type has to have some use, doesn't it?]