Hideaway Strath leave the bones alone

New Snows tail flagged just above her hips in shared authority with her mate, snarling with the rancor earned from the long days and longer nights of toiling with the Rise for an end that had seemed to somehow cause more suffering within the Red Woman who had gone to chase the cause of it. This man was a part of this in being here. A rival pack.

New Snow, hearing no movement after her man had acted, rigidly stepped around her mate to stare at the body of a man whose death was so fresh it was not yet locked in rigor mortis.

But the stillness, the way the stranger did not flinch, caused her gaze to leave them and fall back upon Mountain Boulder. A quiet whuff to announce what she could now see: he had died.

She felt relief. This part of their fight was over. They two had succeeded. New Snow pressed her bloodied muzzle against her man with a sigh she could feel in the whole of her body, which relaxed. Her hackles fell, and so too did her tail that hung loosely between her legs. It had been a good fight.

And yet it was too soon to celebrate!

Through and through she was a wolf; there was no desire to desecrate the place in which the man lay. But now that it was finished, New Snow sniffed the earth and limped two steps forward in search of a cache to raid. With her clogged noise, New Snow grumbled to her man who had endured this sickness (and so, would understand these grumbles) before sneezing heavily into the snow.

New Snow knew she would truly need to follow his lead, now. She was not too proud; survival came first, and she had made it this far for a reason.