Bearclaw Valley eight seconds

*sobs*

the stench of blood rises not so far from where she had been healing, and of course she seeks it out. perhaps some great creature, felled by one of Ursus's great hunters. it must be that; the Saints are long gone, the wolves at the stones (or so she's heard) vanished (and with them, presumably, Laurel). no more enemies at their doorstep.

so they will dine.

Avicus finds the head first. it stops her dead in her tracks. this was no deer or goat. his green eyes, sightless, bore into hers. she stares in disbelief for a moment before continuing on, finding the body, a trace of warmth still clinging.

she lets out a tremulous howl for her parents, and @Aventus; Evien had healed her brother, after all, and she knew the leaders of Ursus were fond of him. she herself never grew close, but he was always there, at the periphery—

bear. it reeks all around. 

her stomach plummets. it could have been her. it almost was. her injured shoulder throbs as she paces 'round the scene, a low whine in her throat, unsure of what to do with a body that would not, could not, be consumed.