Bearclaw Valley [M] All Wrong

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athalia was drawn forth by the smell of blood.
@Ancelin had been teaching her well. she trusted more in her senses, always watchful, always gathering information wherever she could. she thought he would be proud of her right now, the way her ears instinctively twisted forward and her nostrils flared as she caught the trail.
she is alone when she approaches, shuffling with little thunk thunk thunk sounds as she pads through the half-melted ice and sludge. she can almost taste the warm metal; it excites her. what disappoints her, however, is that there is another here already — a lone girl, hunched over a gurgling, mangled fawn.
the bruingirl stays low for a while, simply watching, letting the strange woman have her meal. she must think she's alone. it wasn't as if the valley was bustling with bodies; it was only she, ameline, and ancelin, for the most part, and that did not exactly scream occupied, keep out! to passersby.
she only gathers the gall to approach when the pale woman begins to wipe the crimson from her face. the gaze of sunglow is heavy, curious, interrogative, though her tail whooshes back and forth at her heels in her typical "friendly" greeting.