Kintla Flatlands pussyfoot

When he introduced himself and mentioned Ouroboros Spine, her ear flicked. "I know you," she said without thinking, then amended, "My dad and me ran into Sitri when we were out exploring. He told us about you... and what happened to your first leaders."

Death seemed to be a theme as of late. Her eyes flicked back to the corpse but only briefly. "If he fell, he would've fallen off the plateau. But he's not from the plateau." You could practically hear the gears grinding in her head. "Maybe he was trespassing and one of our Wardens pushed him." Maybe it had been her dad or maybe even Pura (although the latter likely would've eaten his victim, leaving nothing for them to find).

The lack of blood still begged a lot of questions, though. Could the wolf have fallen (or been pushed) and not have bled, even a little bit? Junior didn't see how that could work. It was a mystery. But she was losing interest fast. The living, namely Kaname, intrigued her much more than the dead.

"What're you doing here anyway?" she questioned.