Blackfeather Woods friendly neighborhood spider-man

Cyclone blinked when he began to speak of corpses. Either she was going crazy, or they hadn't been there a second before he started talking about them. Nevertheless, she was a wolf, a creature, and rotting things happened out here in the wild. Are you trying to attract vermin? she asked, Because that's how you attract vermin. Coyotes, vultures, raccoons, big cats, and anything else that liked to scavenge was probably going to be drawn to the smell.

Or is there some kind of sickness going around that's causing them to die? Maybe they weren't intentionally scattering dead things here, but something in the forest was killing things off. That thought was far more worrisome to her for some reason. A wolf (or even wolves) could be outrun, but sickness tended to travel from wolf to wolf without anybody realizing until it was far too late.