Emberflame Ridge euthyphro dilemma

Stained pink in large swathes from a recent kill, Paladin ascended into the folds of a dense, autumnal forest, as she found it unoccupied. Head on a swivel, she scanned for signs of running water and wended a path that took her willfully through the steady-thickening foliage in an effort to find some. The more vibrant and wide the trees became, the closer she knew she was, though she kept her pace tempered against the swell of anticipation.  

She smelled, rightly so, like death, and would not suffer to carry the telling stench around for long. There were fresh wounds along her sides too, superficially contributing to the bloody dye of her coat. Most of her temporary color, however, seemed to be the blood of something else, and the closer one was, the more apparent it would be that she had either battled prey not easily felled, or another predator, smaller than she.  

After venturing for a mile into the noon-dappled woods, at last, the scent of water faintly touched her nose.

For @Solpallur, et al