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He arched his neck, turning his snout into the breeze. His nostrils flared as he sifted through all the scents, though none was as strong as the odor of rotting flesh. Cambria huffed as he swiveled the rest of his body into alignment, picking his way across the rugged foothills. The yearling was a seasoned scavenger. Even spoiled meat was meat.

His nose led him to a rough dugout. It looked to him like a den of some kind. Cambria halted and eyed its mouth warily, his nose still twitching as he studied the scents. The smell of carrion was coming from inside, he realized, and his pale tail switched. Perhaps this was an abandoned cache?

He prowled closer, mismatched gaze fixed on the gloomy interior. It took his eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, he still wasn’t entirely certain what lay at his feet. They were remains, to be certain. But the size of them—and the canines curving from the exposed jawbone—told Cambria he was looking at a predator. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was looking at the corpse of a wolf.

His mouth went a little dry. Cambria slid backward a step, though his eyes lingered on the carcass. He had no appetite for the flesh of his own kind, though he was curious what had killed this wolf. He looked around as if he might see the culprit despite the long-dead state of the remains… and went abruptly rigid at the sound of approaching footsteps.