Bearclaw Valley dolce

Oh. They carried their dead with them in a literal sense. Stryx blinked, and listened, tending to another part of the man's injuries without comment.

Much of the dried blood had been cleaned previously from these wounds. Stryx was taking care to inspect the flesh for infection and found that some were warm to the touch, but not terribly so.

A woman. A... quick little woman. Stryx answered in a distracted manner. She hadn't focused much on the stranger's looks, only their teeth at the time. But now she frowned as she thought about it.

I think she had one eye.