IN THE END WE ALL BECOME CURED OF OUR SENTIMENTS

Once more, a journey the dark wolf had set out on had reached its end, and she was set to return home. Back to the Glacier, where the wolves she shared a space with all resided. Except, something stopped her. She was still not at the borders, but the howl that sliced through the air had her wondering if now would be a good time or not. Shrugging her shoulders, the foolishly fearless woman strode forward, not stopping until the putrid scent of death entered her nostrils. That was enough to stop her dead in her tracks, to widen her eyes and feel her stomach churn. The last time she'd scented such a strong thing of death had been when she and her siblings had found her mother, crushed from a landslide. It brought back flashes of memories, bits and pieces of the grisly sight she'd had to bear witness to, and it brought a snarl to her face. Deciding that standing around wasn't going to solve anything, she forced the terrible memories back into whatever hole they'd clawed themselves out of, and pressed forward, legs carrying her closer and closer to the scent.

Sen isn't one to get sick at many sights. She would rather make jokes about whatever gross thing came into her path than get sickened by it. What she saw this time, though, well it was enough to make bile rise up in her throat. For a second, she was sure she'd end up spilling her guts right there, but the feeling was quickly pushed away, and she tried to catch whatever scents lingered with the dead. Two she knew for sure, the third she knew was apart of the Glacier, but the scent of the salty ocean was very unfamiliar. She hadn't smelled the ocean since her arrival, and even then the smell had quickly been wiped away when rain started to fall. Slowly, she allowed her head to move back and forth, glancing between the direction of the albino, and the direction in which her pack's leader had gone with the other. With an audible sigh, she swallowed whatever still tried to linger in her throat, and followed after in the direction Malachi had gone. She wanted to catch a glance at who—or what—had left such a vile thing on her pack's border.