Blackfoot Forest prism

The scent of blood had drawn him first, wolf scent catching his attention only after he starts toward the source. @Kratos is off hunting somewhere, and Zephyr has some time to kill, so he decides to satisfy his curiosity. He moves quickly, silent and wary of what the trees might hide. He'd learned from time spent surviving with Helios that in the earliest hours of the day, creatures of the night can still be lurking near. It doesn't take long to find the source of the scent, thankfully. A pale girl, small yet larger than himself, and every bit as sturdy. There's something sad about her, too; Zephyr normally isn't the most observant wolf, but even he notices it. Hey, He calls, suddenly uncertain of what to say. You look sad. He hadn't meant to say that, but oh well.