Moonspear counting bodies like sheep

The borders became more familiar with each pass she made, committing to memory not only the scents of the wolves of Moonspear, but of Moontide and Moonglow as well, though she wasn't sure which name went with which sister pack. Still acclimatizing to the elevation, she found that border patrols suited her best, as her contribution to the pack thus far. She would work on getting used to the thinner air bit by bit, so that she would be more useful if she was called upon to hunt higher up on the slopes. She did not want to pass out from altitude sickness in front of the pack!

She was in the area when a frail voice called out to be attended. Normally, she might have simply let higher authorities handle the request on their own, but there was something about the voice that caused her concern. Sure enough, when she caught sight of the wolf, she was slack upon the ground, breathing, but covered in bite marks indicative of some sort of scuffle. She was clearly in a lot of pain, physically and emotionally. 

She approached with some caution, scenting first to see if there was any hint that the wolf might be carrying a disease passed on by whoever it was that had attacked her. The woman's eyes were clear, though they glistened with tears. "Peace be," She greeted, her voice sympathetic and worried. "What happen?" She asked as she came closer, reading the woman's expression for permission to come closer.