Sunset Valley rabies awareness pro-am fun run race for the cure

There was a dead woman on the plains.

Lilitu had smelled something strange, and come across the body a little while later, brows knitted together in concern and horror. The wolf was stiff, lifeless, bloodied, with foam at the corners of her mouth.

The sight of her struck something deep and primal within Lilitu. She stood, stiff-legged with fear. 

She stood for a very long time, the wind howling over the flatlands, past her pinned ears.

Had she died alone?

There were scents here.

Lilitu would follow them to their source.