Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

The question hit as rhetorical, though Druid sensed that Wylla really didn’t know, so she explained, A couple of packs have gathered further north to hunt caribou together. I guess some of the caribou are sick, so they’re… Oh, someone had used a fancy word to describe their efforts. It had sounded like “killing,” which was also true, but it was a slightly different word…

It didn’t come to her, so she shook her head. It didn’t matter and, anyway, Wylla was motioning for her to follow along. Druid fell into step with the Zweite, the pair of them headed toward the lagoon. It made sense that prey might congregate around a watering hole of a kind, though why would a herd risk sharing territory with a pack of wolves?

Druid reserved any questions for later, maintaining silence as she occasionally glanced at Wylla’s face for any cues.