Haunted Wood alea iacat est

Vanity hadn't bothered to put the festering body underground, but thought it would look like a good decoration when she removed it from the borders but didn't put it too close to the dens. Knowing that swarms of things would relish in the rotting flesh that only the deceased Warlord liked, and was now reduced to.

But the huntress, despite loving her sleep, was on night patrol.
After Alison's departure, she took up the post.
And she knew it was here.
Vanity followed the sluggish beast from the borders, knowing it was following the rancid scent. She was surprised it wasn't brought here sooner; Vengeance smelt the same in life and death.
She would have to protect any who came in contact with it. If at all.
She almost hoped the young Warlord would appear and get smacked into oblivion.
Then she could claim the kill and become Warlord herself.
But she let the rancid ursine feast on the decayed body, then retreat back to whence it came from.

She wondered if it would do anything on its retreat.
It didn't.
But she prowled the borders, waiting for it to come back for more.