Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

Leil-... Astara's assault on the corpse made Evien's stomach turn, but he kept himself in check. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it. It was too much, right now, so he just continued to drag her body until she was just on the edge of the territory. 

Evien stared at the mangled body for a few moments, then looked to his co-lead. 

There was a lot he wanted to say. Questions he wanted to ask. But the wrenching pain in his chest and the swirling of his stomach and the tightness of his throat made speech impossible. Perhaps later he'd ask her about that name, and how she knew this wolf. 

But for now he simply sighed, ignoring the burning of tears in one eye and the burning of gore in the other. 

The medic would offer her a nod before he turned to head to his den. The herbs he'd gathered from before were entirely forgotten, left settled at the roots of a nearby tree.