Bearclaw Valley roti

Soon enough there was a scratching sound from inside. The strength of the boy's scent fumigated the area and Stryx, working from her own side, was focused on her task.

As the dirt came away she got a look at the wolf on the inside and took a proper interest for a second or two. He had a question.

She moved to follow the corridor of the secondary entrance before answering. Stryx. Resident physician. She wedged her sharp shoulders in and when she was within the confines of the medicine hold, shook the dirt from her shoulders.

Then she took a look around with the thin light lending some aid to her old eyes. There was a lot of stuff lining the walls; it looked as if a pile had formed of some of the foul bits, on the floor, lending Stryx the understanding of what the dark wolf had been up to.