Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

ooc; merc task thread

she was ignorant. this land was not known to her, and nor where the conflicts it posed. she continued to be blissfully unaware - though perhaps blissful was a strong word - as she stepped. the scent of blood tore through her senses, momentarily blinding her. and there, upon the ground, was a scattered remnant of it. some form of an issue had arisen here. her pale gaze would narrow briefly before she raised it. and there, among the small trail that leads away was a man following whatever had left such a thing.

he was unremarkable, a stranger to her. yet he seemed to be driven to track. curious. was the man's friend a victim? was this one part of a pack that lived close by? had the trail leading away been an intruder? there were so many potential subjects. she would start with a greeting. Heloise would approach, making sure he heard her coming so that the man did not become startled. with blood in the air, there was no telling what could happen.

"hail" the ivory woman would speak, pausing behind the other "was there an assault here?" for it was wolf blood and not the blood of prey.