King Elk Forest The End of Burke Rochester.

Most of Queenie's attention had been on the stretch of border which she'd planned to guard through sunrise, but once the fervent call reached her ears, it shifted to Delight. The nature of the call peaked her curiousity, though she wasn't quite sure what he could have been alluding to. The pack meeting had only just ended not long ago and she had been hoping for an easy night, but it didn't seem like things would be going as planned.

As she trotted up to the Morwinyon, giving a bark to announce her arrival, Queenie was immediately aware of what had caused all of the ruckus. Oh, God, she whispered, turning her head away from the corpse. It wasn't a wolf who she had known personally, but she could tell that it was someone who Delight did, so she spared him of any potentially offensive comments. What happened?