Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

Truly, Rian wasn't really sure what to make of anyone in Neverwinter anymore. Maude was just one of a few that he didn't really have a good read on. Still, he steeled himself and went about his investigating with his now-partner in crime, the pirate lass, Maude. He lifted a paw and scraped at some snow underfoot, revealing more chewed bones; shards, broken skulls, and discarded fur. "Yeah." He breathed in response to the tawny she-wolf. There were at least four, if not more, individual scents. It bothered him to the point of nausea that they hadn't even noticed such a large group. But more importantly: where were they now?

"Are they all females?" He asked as he lifted his sunken eyes to Maude as the other sniffed about the various beds. "Where d'ye think they went?"