Duck Lake trapdoor

The situation reminded her of the time she'd discovered a deer's remains and shared them with a stranger. It had been killed by a mountain lion. Haunt wondered if a deer was responsible for the dead cougar. That would be a fascinating parallel, though as her gaze eventually came to rest exclusively on the deceased cat, she came to doubt that possibility. It looked like it had been in a brutal fight against something armed with tooth and claw. Maybe another cougar? Or a bear?

Her eyes skipped over to the other wolf again. He hadn't moved. Haunt cocked her head slightly, then began moving toward the remains. She approached very slowly and warily, pausing ever few steps to sniff cautiously in the carcass's direction. Finally, she came within a few feet and could look into the cat's glassy eyes. Well, there was only one, which stared emptily toward the sky. The other had been gouged out, the gaping hole as bloody as the rest of the ill-fated feline.

She stood over the corpse for long moments, marveling at its size and the strength of the mysterious apex predator who'd done this kind of damage. Her gaze eventually lifted again to the wolf across the water, something in her gaze beckoning him to come see this. She even twitched her shoulder as if inviting him to come closer. It was as if Haunt needed another witness, as this discovery was beyond belief.