Emberflame Ridge euthyphro dilemma

Even as Paladin concluded that there was nothing there to be seen, in her peripheral shuddered a void along the shaded riverbed, across a wilted dam, and it was the swift departure of this foreign nighthawk that drew her full attention.

She saw the dark figure for what it was: a fleeing wolf, no more discernible than the rest of its black-coated contenders at this distance. She might inspect the retreating scent later, to at least determine the wolf’s gender, but for now she let the shadow slither away unimpeded. Her stinging wounds forbade any real curiosity, though she was careful to make sure he was out of sight, before resuming her haphazard cleanse.