Sleepy Fox Hollow Stare in the darkness, Is there air?

Derg nodded.
He doubted anyone would even get as far as the dens. But the Saints were running thin already. Bastards. Perhaps he should hunt Praimfaya. She obviously was a fucking snake when the supposed warlord ran from war.

He inspected the wound. Deep enough to run out his lifeblood. Derg looked to the water.
Cleaned, along with the murderer no doubt. The scent was awash.
Derg rocked the body with his forepaws, hearing the soft slosh of his insides.
No, not drowned but he had been held under the water.

"I will help where I can..." But his loyalties did lie with the Saints. Donovan? Perhaps.
He let Valour arrange the body, happy now he wasn't going to get eaten for touching the body, then Derg too took up a hold to help Valour transport it back.