Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

The doe was growing closer to her destination - she could feel it in the air and in her soul. Tail waving, little would be able to interrupt her journey.

Lifting her head she took in the surrounding scents, the smell of blood hitting her rather quickly. A hunting predator, most likely, but if she was lucky they would leave something for her to pick at.

While scavenging was not something looked upon fondly by most, Waawaashkeshi preferred it. Less prey killed meant more after their breeding season.

She followed the scent meticulously, not allowing herself to be mislead - however once the source was found she couldn't help but pause.

A wolf, and a mangled canine of some sort. She could not decipher what it was in its state. Unwilling to believe that the other could be a suspect just yet, she called out. "Are they alive?"

Slowing her pace, she began to make her way towards the two.