Bearclaw Valley no recall or intervention can work in this place

A hint of scent was all that Moss needed.

While it meant leaving her post as guardian behind, she chanced it. A wide patrol grew wider still, until she traipsed South like a heavy soldier. She could still smell the Kvarsheim man in the area as well- which provoked suspicion, but he was not her target. 

She knew she could be venturing headlong into a trap- perhaps the two had some sort of arrangement and were simply waiting for her to take the bait- but the satisfaction of putting the witch to the stake was too tempting to shuck.

The scent of Germanicus led to an earthy den, thick with the scent of the odd-eyed spell-caster. Moss did not hesitate- the woman was already in her own grave, as far as Moss was concerned. The thought of burying her alive appealed to the giant guardian, but she suspected the woman capable of some form of resuscitation- 

She entered the den, blocking the entrance from view and shutting out the light with her frame. Pupils dilating, she snarled into the darkness.