Herbalists' Cache tell me tell me tell me, come on tell me the answer

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Few sights were as grisly as this one. She'd been torn apart: limbs broken, life
extinguished. Her throat a mangled mess. Some of the damage by wandering coyotes
and a bit due to natural decomposition. The rest, though—all by way of evil
reminding the world of its presence. Never to cease.

The monster responsible had taken care to put her here, in this aromatic place of
herbs; they masked any culpable scent. But who could find it for the blood? Her
end had come not swiftly but slowly, a grim torture.

No one here knew her name, but it wasn't her fault. She would have made friends,
or at least acquaintances within a pack. Now, she would never get that chance.
Ruin—her legacy was ruin. Just another piece of a hair-raising puzzle. But
this was the way of things; so often the good souls met a ghastly fate, while
horrid souls lived on, free to roam, free to reign in terror.

Murder. It had been murder. And now the scavengers feasted, picking at her flesh.
Appropriately, a murder of crows roosted nearby, looking down upon the carnage.
Nearby, pawprints tinged in blood indented the snow, headed south.

Written by Miryam