Silverlight Terrace to the stars, with regards

For a moment she is gripped by fear because the scent of gore was so suddenly present in front of them when just before she had scented little.  She bristles involuntarily before Mato looks back at her, frozen in place as he steps forward. They see it at the same time: a she-wolf, laying with her kill and licking the blood off of her muzzle contentedly.  Seabreeze keeps her distance but Mato is fixed on her, and he says just a name: "Nova?"

She could sense something in his voice, this individual was important to him in some way.  The yearling slipped out quietly, hoping to find something for herself and Mato to eat and also to give the pair some privacy for a while. She'd stay close enough that if anything happened she could come to her companion's call, but for some reason she felt little worry.