Stone Circle A massacre on our doorstep

The roan woman could only find herself frowning growing deeper as Arlette ran off. She could only imagine what thoughts were going through the young wolf's head. Maybe she understood what Ira was trying to hint at, but she did not really want to bring up the subject again. Not right now at least.

When she was addressed again, Ira could only nod as she moved closer to the deceased wolf. Feelings for the male or his role within the pack aside-- it was pretty damn gross. She could feel her stomach churn slightly at the sight of his cracked skull, Oh Arlette... you should have never had to see this. With Valette's help, Ira would grab a mouthful of the male's scruff to start their journey towards the circle.