Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

Zola moved through what cover she had, following the scent of prey. She spots them, spots their strangeness... it looks like a beast not home with the world it is in. It looks like something that should be on the savannah - yet she is also like this. She should be on the savannah. Instead, she is here.

Creeping closer, she spots the dark coat of another wolf. Was this their hunt? She offers her services; two wolves could bring down one of those strange beasts. Yet two wolves could also share the prey. Wordlessly, she lets herself be known by coming up to the left of the woman. Her amber eyes shine with anticipation.

"I help?" she asks in a low voice, her thick accent managing to be audible.