Porcupine Ridge Through hollow lands and hilly lands

The she-wolf's ears pricked up when Vixen spoke and she half-twisted over the crumbling bones to gaze at the newcomer. In the span of a second or two, her pale blue eyes roved over the fit body, the restless eyes, and the extraordinary red coat. Saena felt strange and uneasy around wolves with red fur, but she couldn't remember why. She rose slowly to her feet and shook her cream pelt, never once looking away from Vixen.

Only when she was standing at her full height, back rigid with unease and fur puffed just enough to suggest that a threat was unwise, did she look back to the bones on the ground with a soft snort. "Are you in the habit of eating other wolves?" she wondered softly, but her eyes were hard as gem chips as she briefly examined the shape of the squashed skeleton, as if the notion offended her on some level. "There's no meat anyway, but it's all yours if you want it." To her, it was just fur and bone and the dried ooze left behind from where microbes and maggots had chewed through any muscle that remained.