Stone Circle with purple fountains issuing from his veins

Valette's howl turned his head only briefly, while the sight of the dead calf made him double-take and stare. The darker shewolf was indeed going after the mother, but had also taken the calf to boot. Probably, it was a kinder fate, but Day had been taught to let the calves grow when they could, and to take the weak and dying. Perhaps things were different where Valette came from.

Either way, he wasn't going to leave her alone to chase the doe, who seemed sufficiently distracted from her fleeing herd that Day felt comfortable to leave them to themselves. Turning from the mass of terrified animals, he bounded toward his hunting partner and began to lunge and bite at the ailing doe.