Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

She chuckled at Dagfinn's antics, and momentarily thought to join him, but the moment passed just as quickly. The snow was soothing and would douse the warmth of exercise, but she was already beginning to slow her breathing, and didn't relish her coat being any wetter than it already was. Instead, she stood and began to inspect the head of the dead doe. In warmer months, flies would already have congregated around the sticky blood and saliva flecking its lips, but in winter, it was practically preserved.

She went to work on the skull, cracking the bone with strong jaws until she was able to get to the soft brain inside. It was already partially liquefied. Disgusted, Saena gobbled it up as quickly as she could as promised for losing, then turned to more succulent prospects as she got right in along Dagfinn to the belly. When she'd eaten her fill, which was very little of the whole doe, she lifted her blood-stained snout into the sky and sang out triumphantly in a sound that the pack was sure to hear and rally to.