Times are gone for honest men

AW, set outside of the marsh by Dark Brotherhood

Pallas had trailed a fox to the marshland, where she witnessed the asymmetrical tracks in the dark, damp soil. They were placed oddly, and as she studied the sunken pawprint it was obvious the fox was favoring a front limb. She thought this fox would have been easy game, but she thought wrong: the clever little thing had crawled into the soggy briar towards a pack's heartland. She was not about to risk her life for such an unrewarding meal, and fox wasn't her favorite cuisine anyway. She sat just outside of where the ground turned soggy, and stared resentfully after the fox's disappearing trail.