Sheepeater Cliff i wish that i could be like the cool kids

Osprey slowed her pace, when she had come close enough to the "crime scene" to catch scent not only of the dark wolf, but also blood and pain. This made her stomach twist and turn, and another inevitable wave of nausea washed over her. Oh, God... not here, please! She pleaded her mind/body/nobody in particulary, whoever was in charge of this kind of reaction. Strange it was - that she had seen and smelled worse, this was nothing new to her, yet the previous experience failed to win over the reflexes.

Eventually she drew in a deep breath and approached the wolf with what appeared to be ease, but in reality - it took her all the effort to ignore the awful smell and not turn to run for the hills. The wolf, even though it had got up to his feet, was not well. Only someone incredibly lucky would have got through this kind of fall with no injuries at all. And luck was a thing that most people lacked. As in this case. "Are you alright?" Osprey asked cautiously, while repeating over and over in her mind - don't throw up now, don't throw up now, don't throw up now.