Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

fading here?

flint-like, she scans her surroundings and urias is quietly pleased at her thanks. a bright smile breaks the dark greyness of his face— that way, he gestures, towards the open expanse of the glen.
as her gaze drifts back to the carcass, he follows. we can leave it for the foxes. he mutters, then rolls his sleeves up and stands, stretching. his joints crack and pop and he sighs as he shakes his coat out. i could use a bath. the idea of trekking through open grass smelling like elk blood doesn't exactly fill him with delight, and neither does doing all the legwork to bury what's left of their meal.
oh, um, this was one thing he didn't expect. although in hindsight, she was compromised, and even the proudest of wolves wouldn't make a journey with a broken leg. why not?