Blacktail Deer Plateau Little by little

Lachlan had not been raised to be rude or think such blunt things, but he couldn't help it as he spotted the...wolf.

If she could be called that. Old and, if he was to be candid, on death's doorstep. Had he ever seen such an old beast? So frail and...he shivered. What the hell was she doing out here all alone? Had her pack just booted her to the curb? Too old to be of much help anymore, maybe, but did that mean just feeding her to the ravens?

Good for her that dearest good boy Lachlan had arrived!

'Ello! He called out, steps bouncing as he approached her. Not too worried about being met with teeth — did she have any left?

Wus a lovely lady doin' all lone out 'ere?