Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

Her words flared tempers, and she lashed her tail above her back in irritation, but otherwise just let it go. She had enough of an idea to what'd happened to give Sebastian his report, to prove that Lazarus hadn't been fit to bring in and drive her point home that strangers don't enter their home. When they heard the mutt was dead, things relaxed all around, and though Ambrosia kept a dominant pose, her hackles smoothed and her ears cupped foward at Charon's request.  
                 "The body? Are you gonna take it, or somethin'?"
With a shrug, she turned before there was time for an answer. Her alpha had thought ahead, taken the pale corpse elsewhere to be claimed by whoever wanted him.... Or to rot away in the sun, eaten by something and returned to the circle of life. Flicking her tail in an invitation to follow, Ammie went to where Sebastian claimed to have left the body, making sure to stay far from her home's borders. She hadn't gone with the alpha, but it was easy enough to find his stale scent and follow it, eventually seeing Lazarus' pale, cold, and bloody form limp under a tree. 
                                   "Don't really care whatcha plan on doing with him, but there he is: That is the one you're looking for, right?"