Wapun Meadow dripping in rot

Marina ducked her head once in thanks to the pack wolves. She didn't spare a look for the hunters skulking after the man. They could have him, she thought, when she was done. No telling when that would be. Perhaps they would grow bored with the waiting.

She called out, long and low, to @Athens as she moved after the dying man. The coward would be worse than useless in a fight, but his presence was worth more. A promised threat, at least until they learned of the weak-kneed man behind it. Long enough, she hoped, that they could move on.