Qeya River because we are animals,

Tzila had high hopes of integrating herself well into this budding pack. Up until now, she had largely been elusive, sticking to the far edges of the claim. Other times, when she was seen, she was but a fleeting glimpse of a shadow. Today, that would change. She would make herself known. 

From miles away, the tang of fresh blood tickled her nose. Shortly after followed by a raspy call. Dark ears twitched and pivoted, taking only seconds to analyze the message. Someone had made a kill, and they were requesting assistance. Who was she to turn down the chance at succulent meal, while also pulling weight? 

Throwing her head back, she replied in a low, short note. "I am on my way."  Was the encryption, while announcing to anyone else that their assistance would be appreciated. Setting off over the rugged terrain, she let her nose guide her, sharp silver eyes picking out the details of the landscape. After making good progress, she spotted the item of interest. A freshly slain ram, with a rather odd looking wolf hovering over it, muzzle coated in blood. Instead of bothering with an introduction, she let her body language do the talking, uttering only a low growl of approval. Sidling over to the opposite side of the animal, she placed a paw on it's motionless flank, slowly rolling it over to assist in the skinning process.