Whitewater Gorge No Deliverence

Backdated a couple days - he found Chaska's remains

Grayday was further from the plateau than he might normally be, but with all that had been going on lately, he felt a great need to check around further and further from his home. There'd been an influx of trouble around lately, and he hoped that - by widening his patrols - he could head off further disaster.

But that day, he found something he could never have predicted. He was saved from seeing the gore by his lack of eyesight, but a thorough investigation revealed more than enough. Chaska had been killed, his body defiled, and his head taken. "Oh, Chaska," Grayday murmured, taking a moment to pity his old friend. Then he turned his attention to the scent of his attacker - fading, now, but still more than enough that Grayday would be able to identify him if they ever met again.

The male laid down and rolled aorund in the attacker's scent, intent on taking it home to share with his family. If they ever met the man, they would know to be cautious.