King Elk Forest The End of Burke Rochester.

She had been preparing to head off for a good nighttime roaming when Delight's call jerked her right out of that mindset. Scrunching her brow with a hint of confusion--the note wasn't particularly detailed anyway--she turned and trotted towards the source. When she was almost there, she was able to trail after the mottled-coat packmate, and soon found her way upon the scene.

The scent of death, fresh and acrid, struck her noticeably above all else. Instinctive worry narrowed her eyes, but little more than that needed be said, for starters, at least. As soon as she could, she peered through the small collection of others on the way closer, looking to confirm that it really was the tailless old male she had seen trudging around. Since he had always appeared to be knocking on death's doorstep to her, she had stayed away--wanting no part of that inevitable end.. so, it did not surprise her that his time had come. This bitter cold had to be no good on old bones.

Wearing her ears folded back, Jomyo slipped in with a soft whine and halted herself next to Queenie by the Morwinyon. She keyed in just in time to hear more, hopefully.