Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

heda's hunt with veteran had left her enlivened. days of hunting the caribou and nights of sleeping alongside them had begun to hone her muscles in a new way.
druid had gone home. while heda missed her sister, she was not ready to leave. and being the sole representative for rivenwood here brought pride to her in a way she had not felt before.
when she saw the larger wolf up ahead, examining something, heda quickened her step. he smelled slightly of moonglow, or perhaps she was only scenting the meat-curing camps upon the wind.
whatever it was, it made her comfortable enough to move forward, smelling gently at the calf. "what happened to it? doesn't smell like the others we're killing."