Whitewater Gorge No Deliverence

Grayday was nearly finished with his rolling when the sound of another's approach had him leaping to his paws. His blind head turned in the direction of the other, lips already curling back to show his yellowing fangs. It took a moment for the words to cut through the haze of defensive anger and suspicion, but when they did, Grayday trusted the male no more than he had before.

"He was killed," said Grayday, thinking that much ought to be obvious to the man. He didn't know whether the beheading had been part of the murder, or had happened after, and he wasn't about to start bouncing ideas off the interloper. It was clear by the other's scent that he had not been the one to kill Chaska, and thus, Grayday had no quarrel with him - and no reason to continue conversing, either.

Leaving the other to scavange the corpse, Grayday turned and began to trot away. One ear was turned back toward the other, not wanting to be caught on unawares if he decided to attack.