Bearclaw Valley graveyard dead

excuse the quality on this, lol.

the last days she'd spent guarding the border had been awfully quiet, and she could not tell whether she liked it or not.  while it was nice that nobody was challenging their claim, the fights with the trio and nikan had been exhilerating — and she got to prove her worth.  additionally, there was the reunion with her littermate.  she almost feared not guarding the borders, lest something happen and she not be there for it.

yet today when she woke, she tentatively strode towards the heart of the packlands.  there were still a great many internal territories that she had not dared to touch in fear that she might somehow taint them or worse, earn the wrath of her white knight.

the smell of meat pulled her attention and she followed it, and upon arrival her jaw spilled open.  was she dreaming?  a meat pit! an entire pit full of meat!  all of this energy she had wasted hunting down prey when there was a perfectly good meat-spawn here!  she couldn't believe it.  for a moment, the sight of the woman who had performed that weird ritual to get her leg feel better went unnoticed.

she lowers her head, eyes darting before she pulled the smallest bit of meat from the pile.  yes, oh yes it was real.  but then she caught sight of blondine and she shivered — no!  she was not being bad!  

lucky lucky, the woman's back was turned to her.  she could take this chance to flee... or learn more about this strange meat-pit.  ghosting close, she lets out a weary and tentative h-haaallo, peering in at what the woman was fiddling with.  blast.  more plants?  that wasn't interesting!