Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

The call wasn't for her but a nosy child enjoyed being nosy.  There was no rush (not her business, duh), so she showed up fashionably late to get a rather gruesome class in what happens if you get pregnant.  Okay, maybe there was still a little, but it definitely wasn't as super panic-stricken as things were a few minutes before.  Or was it?  Who the heck knows I just wanna get a post in.  Vasa can be a little clueless anyway.

After slithering her way across the plateau in the most way too cool for school fashion, she finally came across the source of the howls from earlier.  Whole gang of folks, apparently.  Vasa approached at a bad angle, she couldn't really see the action from where she stood, and she was incredibly distracted.  The girl was spending more of her attention watching her mother peel off into the distance than to notice sights or sounds (or apparently, smells) right off the bat.  She finally looked back, glance skipping between everyone else present.  What's goin' on?  Blink blink.  Wait.  Her brain seemed to click on.  Blood, other stuff.  Did someone get murdered and they were hiding the body or something?  And why was that one lady making occasional squeaking noises?

Most perceptive wolf in the world right here.  Give her a minute, she'll catch on.