In a world like Thalorind, even the sharpest senses were not infallible. Blossom's nose was exceptional, the result of both talent and rigorous training, but no single sense existed beyond the reach of countermeasures.
There were dozens of ways to foil a hound's nose. Specialized herbs could mask or distort body odors, cloaking someone in pungent overlays that confused the trail. Certain classes, like [Veilstrider] or [Silent Bloom], could disrupt scent the same way illusionists tampered with sight. High-grade artifacts could even redirect smell entirely, casting phantom traces into false directions. At the upper end of power, magic itself could rewrite what the brain processed, making the nose believe in scents that never existed.
If Blossom wanted to become a truly inescapable Void Stalker, she had to step up her game. She was not there just yet, best evidenced by the woman currently clinging to her ankle as she and the dogkin were flying through the skies.
