Dawnlark Plains [m] haruspex

She scented blood on the wind. Tikigâk did not delay in the following of it, heavy footfalls making no mystery of her approach. It was not far, and the journey was short. There was a blood trail that seemed to lead away, but no other yet occupied this space but for the wolf that, from this distance, looked to be abandoning the kill. 

Tikigâk lowered her head to begin to grab and consume what remained, an opportunist as she sought what would become home base, but her eyes were upon the wolf to discern whether or not they were retreating, or approaching.