Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't wanna hate you

Reyson's head curled around Meadow. Giving her face a gentle lick if she'd allow.

Hello Meadow.

But the next instance he was on guard his powerful shoulders bunching tight. And he quickly shifted and stepped on front of Meadow. Unsure.

The wolf smelled strange a bit musty and careworn. But she seemed in good health weight wise. Before he could say much else she was laying down. And she closed her eyes.

Reyson had seen enough dying to know when she took her last breath. He walked forward to bend his nose near her throat where no pulse raced.

She's dead. he spoke quietly.