Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

She didn't seem to think she was capable of hunting, which was a very, very bad sign. Once a wolf lost its ability to hunt, what chance did it have to survive? He gave her a pitiful, worried look, wondering if she would make it even one more day in this world. Still, there were other ways to procure sustenance, and Dune felt a sliver of compassion for the girl. Perhaps this was what had been calling him here: the desire to help others.

"Come," he said, and he turned left and began walking, eyes searching the sky rather than his nose stuck to the ground. He had seen crows flying this way, and the scavengers often pointed the way to carrion. Hopefully, that would be the case this time, too. Dune glanced back to see if his new acquaintance was following him.