Moonspear counting bodies like sheep

Her ears caught the sounds of approaching footsteps and she slowly lifted her head off the ground to look for the source . A she-wolf drew near, keeping an understandable distance for the time being , though her voice offered not only peace, but also sympathy. 

Esme lowered her ears in a sign of respect, swaying her tail as a gesture of beckoning the stranger nearer if she so desired. She hoped the woman hadn't noticed her tears -- Esme thought she likely looked pathetic enough with her injuries alone -- but this was doubtful; her eyes still felt moist, and indeed there were vague streaks running from her eyes down along the sides of her muzzle.

"Coyotes," she explained simply. "I got into a bit of a quarrel with them over a carcass," Esme sniffed and attempted to straighten her posture. "I am alright, though. My hind leg is the worst of it."

"My name is Esme."