Her hasty, frightened pace eventually slowed down as she caught a foul, familiar stench attacking her nostrils. Although tempted to stop her run, she merely maintained a moderately anxious walk as she focused on the smell. Turning her head around in the meantime, she eventually stopped completely, petrified for a split second. The realisation of the horrid scent's origin came to her mind: it was that of the rotting meat of a carcass, somewhere around. The rhythm of her breathing sped up again as she feared someone met a terrible end nearby, on her Land. However, as she fought the temptation of frenzy, she gradually reassured herself, imagining that the game had not started long enough prior for anyone to be left dead to the point of rotting this much. And thus, with a heavy gulp and paranoid stares around, she carried on and kept walking. Faster, this time.