Wapun Meadow Lacrimosa

Another scent lingered in the area- one she ignored, noting the familiar trace of one of their allies on the male’s pelt, until he came into her line of view. She studied him for a moment, her blunted nose quivering, her hackles prickling when she noted the scent of blood, and the wafting scent of the witch-woman as well.

He seemed to know who she was looking for- but Moss narrowed her eyes slightly at him and frowned. Aside from him belonging to Kvarsheim, she had no reason to believe he wasn’t a spy, and she fell too easily into her own suspicions. 

Still- he had some proof of his good intentions and she stepped closer so she might investigate him further. She bristled defensively, but would hover her muzzle over the traces of blood and fur which did not belong to him. She stepped back, calming slightly.

”You hunt her too.” She stated. Twice now, the sleek woman had somehow managed to avoid her own demise at the hands of perfectly capable wolves. Akavir seemed like he could hold his own in a fight, and this silver-ticked man had a sturdy look to him- the steadiness of one who well how to wield himself in battle. Still- he too had failed.

”She seems to get out of every fight somehow. She runs?” Moss asked. Perhaps the men were suited to fighting, but she might have outpaced them.