Nova Peak göçebe kalp

are you ok with taking this into the present? <3

It was Ayovi’s first true breath of spring. Contaminated by the fact that something had climbed all the way up into their foothills only to die.
She could scarcely make out the body of a decrepit old wolf, crusted and graying beyond the measures of time. But the smell made it clear: he was certainly dead.
“You poor old thing,” she sighs. Winsook would give this wanderer a proper burial, but for now she seeks to abate the smell of decay by covering his rotten orifices in earth.