Stavanger Bay The murdered Red Herring

There was not much to see - no gore, certainly. It wasn't what she'd excpected, but then, she hadn't been sure what she should expect. Not this, she thought, but nothing else.

Mechanically, her paws took her onto the scene, and she dipped her head to whuffle at the forest floor. The lingering scent of blood overpowered most of the evidence, filling up her nostrils like a cloying perfume. Doe gave a forceful sneeze and then went back to her task, determined to find the scent of the killer. It took her some time to sort through the traces left by Arturo and the rest of his pack, but finally, she was sure that she would know the killer should they ever meet. Not the same wolf that'd attacked her Shadow, she noted. Doe didn't know if she prefered that or the alternative.

"Thank you," she said to Palisander, dipping her head in his direction. "If I ever encounter the cur, he'll pay for this is blood."

Without another word, she turned and headed away - back to the Bay, ostensibly.