Redtail Rise i'll sit all alone, watch from the edge of the earth

there is a companionship to be found in the other, though jr does not know her. does not really know anyone in the rise, in truth. though this was in part of her prickly fortress nature, holding ptero close to her chest; hoarding it like a secret despite that teaching it to those interested in learning it would certainly help her in the long run.

but she was starting small ( though not really small for her at all ); doubling down on her effort to keep learn lip reading. a bigger challenge now that the wolves of the rise seem to have no interest in talking to her now that they share an awareness that she is deaf.

she feels the other's eyes on her and her ininjured shoulder twitches; like the crawl of cat's skin when their human's fingers are inches away and they anticipate the petting that will follow.

a glimpse is spared to the other girl, out the corner of her eye; though any inquiring looks are stolen by the scent of something rotting.

her gaze hardens, snapping in the direction she believes the dead thing to be; in the spacial area that she has always considered no man's land. temporal in the way that it was not claimed but not technically neutral, in her mind.

her path cuts sharply in it's direction, crossing out of the rise's borders with the clear intent to investigate. a glimpse spared over her healing shoulder to see if the other girl was intent to follow before she faces in it's direction again, caution quieting her steps as she shrugs into the foliage.

jr is on edge; her muscles tense beneath her pelage as she draws nearer to the mutilated thing. canine in shape but small. wiry. she recognizes it now, immediately as coyote. but this rutheless mauling was not the work of her or their burnished leader.

so then, who? or, perhaps worse yet, what?