Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

One good eye- well, he certainly wasn't wrong. He was observant, though not many would have missed the clues. Most of the fur pulled or shed had blown away or been picked up birds, but the blood settled in. Perhaps he had taken note of it earlier, but he brought it up. She eyed him with mild skepticism. He didn't smell anything like the other wolf, who had had a pack scent. She doubted that he was a spy- but not completely. 

"There wath. Jutht ovuh that w-uh, to yoah right." She said. She was on his blind side, after all. Simply saying "That way" or "Over there" wouldn't be helpful. Nor would gesturing. It was kind of an ego boost, getting to be the pair of eyes that saw where his could not- though she thought him naive to have allowed her a place in his own blindspot. "I wanna thee if anyone elth hath come through heah, thinth the fight." She said. She roved about, never straying too far from him, but keeping him in the corner of her eye.