[ Having never felt the rush of Tailwind before, Laios struts ahead without thinking, further outpacing both Ren and Shoka. He remains attentive, at least, craning his head back at the two with a curious look. ] ... Interesting. Sounds similar to something we have back home. Well, without the fresh soil part.

[ Though neither mention venomous stingers, which he infers to be a good sign. Not that paralysis seems to effect him anymore, anyway. His nose twitches, still unable to catch any scent of danger, especially with the silver powder far more overwhelming at this point. When Ren speaks up again, his eyes light up toward the direction in question. ]

Oh! That has to be it. Good catch. [ He bounds over toward the shimmering pile to give it a quick sniff before wagging his tail. ] How should we... I think it spilled a bit. [ He glances around the area to confirm that it's all there until, suddenly, he feels his skin crawl. Without a word, he looks up, past his teammates, ears falling back. All he can smell now is an unmistakable rot. ]

We need to hurry. That scent—there's something coming.