Ravensblood Forest but you don't know what hell you put me through

Gamely, Caiaphas continued her desperate lugging -- the fawn was proving to be the most unhelpful of corpses and Caiaphas had to pause often and tediously unsnare a lithe leg from a jutted stone or outreaching briar.

Grumbling as she bent over the fawn to disentangle it for the umpteenth time, she became aware of a scent. She froze, skulking over the carcass like some rough-hewn and coarse beast -- her eyes hardened in cold suspicion. The scent was very similar to the scent of a female she recalled on the coast -- and as she turned about she saw Danica in full boldly striding towards her.

At first Caiaphas mistook her confident purpose as intent to steal her rightfully (wrongfully) obtained meal -- her hackles lifted instantly in jutting ridges and her blackened gums curled back in a slavering yet silent snarl of defensiveness. The golden-spun female was given the most cruel of stares -- but as soon as she spoke Caiaphas' offensiveness somewhat resolved.

She rocked on her heels as if contemplating the answer thoroughly and a thoughtful expression hooded her eyes as she entertained the answer. Outwardly it may have appeared she was taken aback by the inquiry was trying to remember which wolf she had come into contact -- and slowly a look of conclusion flushed her countenance in an artful flourish. "Oh.. I have." She bit her lip as if unsure how to continue. She recalled distinctly the lynx that had been heavy on Larus' coat and instantly used that as a ploy. "I.. I'm sorry." Her eyes fell somber and darkly to the ground in a dejected manner.

"I came across one this morning, but he was gone." Her eyes remained fitfully on the ground as if wavering in grief. "Was he yours?" Her tone seemed to flood with compassion and she looked up to the cream laced female with a guise of concern masterfully wrought across her needle-thin features.
CAIAPHAS
"how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"

To Be Alone -- Hozier