Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

The statement put a frown on her face. How sad it was to watch another die.

When the other did not immediately show hostility she inched forward to get a better look at the soon-to-be corpse. A careful sniff, the lowering of her head. The scents of herbs that she did not understand filled her head, along with the obvious blood and coyote. How confusing this was; had the canine been treated and then attacked? Or had someone attempted to treat him and failed?

She looked back to the other, assuming they may be able to answer her questions. "Did you find him like this?"