Moonspear Nobody to blame

She pieced together some sort of impression and would remember the title Captain Ferahgo for whatever it may be worth. She found it somewhat pretentious, anyway, but a strange manner of speech did interest her very briefly. That could mean many things although her interests did not have long to linger. The story developed further into a curious twist and went straight to.. graverobbing?

She knew her expression shifted to a very mixed one. Ame wasn't happy about more packs most of all -- be it here, there, or anywhere else honestly... and while she didn't have personal attachment to Ragnar nor his grave, the notion of it was highly suspicious. Why steal old dry bones? He'd been dead so long. His hackles shifted in a reflexive ripple as she sorted through this news.

If a scavenger had come along and wrecked it, that would be one thing. She did find it hard to believe it was just some mindless scavenger that had taken the whole skeleton away and even this long after the carcass would have no real use to anyone struggling to find sustenance in the Wilds.

Ame glanced between the boys to gauge their reactions with her own frown suggesting her thoughts on it. To her, it sounded awful.. and useless to bother with stealing bones (of a grave that to her knowledge, was tended to occasionally by the family), if they were trying to make some kind of statement, it went over her. Then again, she did not know Ragnar nor the Bay he had lead for a time as intimately as they did. Her ears slicked back and her silence was a pensively tense one for now, since it was far too easy to imagine the wolves with the self-proclaimed Captain being the ones responsible somehow.