Duck Lake Pop goes the weasel

Someone is hurt. So said the dark wolf with fiery eyes. They were a touch lighter than Kaertok's own, from what he could remember last time he sought his reflection in still waters.

Taking the black wolf's lack of dismissal as a form of welcoming, Sungiwok moved closer, sniffing at the bloodied paw print. He tried to ascertain what animal had made it. It appeared to be wolf, based on the claw marks. Feline prints lacked that feature.

Worth following, you think? he asked. Perhaps this wolf knew whoever was hurt.