Ty's Arrival
Ty stepped out of the jeep, thanking the MP who had driven him. A thoughtful expression graced his features. The man hadn’t even realized he had been blind the whole trip, blithely chatting away in broken English about the ‘ze crazzy muttzantz at camp.’From what he could gather, there was quite a bit of drama going on. Ty had nodded politely, unseeing eyes staring at where the man’s face would be. Turning his senses up, he could hear the barely audible rasp of the vocal cords as the Russian spoke. This, combined with sound of his slightly stuffed breathing, told Ty he had had a cold, but not recently. The stale smell of cigarettes and vodka permeated the car as they drove, and Ty shut his sensitive powers back off when the man lit up another, the smoke giving him a headache.
As the car creaked to a stop, he turned his powers back on, wanting them to be at his literal fingertips in an unfamiliar place. Tapping his wooden walking stick on the ground, Ty found the snow muffled sound slightly. This pleased him, for his senses could be used without being overwhelmed. He briefly rubbed his hands together, forgoing gloves so that his sensitive fingers could work better. He slid a duffle onto his shoulder, and paused, resembling a pointer dog as he listened, head cocked and nose sniffing the frigid air. After a moment, he set off towards the direction the compund was, hearing the most sounds coming from that way.