Altar of Twilight She demands a sacrifice.

arunik'ra stared after the wolf that had howled, still somewhat sour that they had the audacity to accuse her of killing the ancient wolf before them. her fur was not in disarray, and no blood flecked her limbs -- she was a simple passerby -- most importantly, an innocent one.

one wolf said they would bring him home, wherever that was -- arunik'ra glanced the two of them over, wondering just how they proposed to do that when the male was bigger than any of them alive currently. she kept her sharp quip to herself, electing instead to step close to njal's form.

she lowered her muzzle, her nostrils mere inches from the fallen man's. she inhaled long and slow around his slack mouth, her senses straining to find any sort of poison still on his lips. nothing; there was the sweet sourness of old age, and now the heady rise of death -- but no poison.

she lifted her gaze, focusing on the one that seemed to be the leader of the outfit. "it does not appear he is poisoned, but be careful. perhaps this one is cursed and struck down by the hand of molech." with that the solemn priestess stepped over the prone male's form, walking towards ar-khalba with purpose. "come." she instructed, making for the rocky path that descended down the spire. they had no business being here -- and it was clear they were not very welcome either.