Dragoncrest Cliffs viciously and fatally attacked by an unknown animal at Claire's

She turns around quickly when she hears the greeting, ignoring the groan of the redwoods as they sway back and forth. She doesn’t recognize the girl standing across from her but she’s damp from the drizzle and her fur is tussled every which way. There aren’t many wolves Mallaidh feels small against but the bear of a woman in front of her strikes a weird feeling. Where did she come from? Is she… meant to even be here?

“Hey,” she says, carefully, before nodding her agreement. “Yeah, I think so… wet and cold,” she adds, though she doesn’t really want to talk about the weather but it seems to be the only pressing matter at the moment. “What are you doing out here?”