The Heartwood You bring out the worst in me

she merely stared back at him, a slow knowing smile creeping to her skull-clad features. he would reach the same conclusion - else he was an utter fool. realization seemed to dawn on him as he glanced around their surroundings. there it was. there was the assumption, there was using the brain. she lacked any outward injuries so she could not hope to be one of the ones here that had been bled. "unless they, ah, moved the bodies" she whispered morbidly, though loud enough for the man to hear her words.

she was merely voicing her opinion. however grim it was. who would move a body? to hide evidence? to drag the dead thing back to the family and friends to cement their deathly claim? there was a whirlwind of possibilities. however, the point was the blood here would attract other creatures soon enough. mayhap not wolves, even. "are you, perhaps, a pack wolf?" she asked him after the silence stretched. he seemed concerned about the state of this area.