Porcupine Ridge Through hollow lands and hilly lands

@Vixen

Something smelled awfully interesting, thought Saena. The craggy hills on the northwestern edge of the quaint vale tucked in the mountains drew her attention first for its features, and second for its smell. It was an old and musty smell, but she drank it deeply off the breeze and stalked through the shrubby foothills, eager to find whatever it was. Her pupils were dilated, and to any who bore witness to her prowl and the natural slink of her body, she was as much an animal as anything else in that moment.

Up she heaved herself through shelves of stone and stands of pines, until at last, she came upon an abandoned bear den. Not far from it was the source of the smell: the long-dead remains of a canid, left out on the hill. Scraps of agouti fur still clung to it in places, but the organs had been stripped away and the muscle decayed. Its shape was mostly intact, though Saena noted that its lower jaw was missing along with most of the small bones of the feet. She examined it with her nose momentarily, then dropped to her belly and rolled over it, relishing the crackle of dried, brittle bones as the musty smell of it washed over her. She would bring this back to Warbone, along with the remnants of bear scent from the den, that he would know some wolf had been killed here and be driven to maintain a vigil.