Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

Chacal would be the first in the area, who fervently drew closer, when she'd caught the beast's scent approaching. The one memory she had of the day they'd lost Valravn, all she'd heard was its mighty bellow, which she could only hope had been terrifying enough to send Valravn running for cover. The rest of them had been herded away from the area like a small batch of chicks, kept safe as they were kept together and led away from the bear's locale. But it would seem once again that a bear had come to their midst- and while she too inept a tracker yet to recognize that this was the same bear, some little part at the back of her mind tickled that fancy. Perhaps this bear was a demon, come back to haunt them and urged forward by pure rage. 

The little shadow remained some distance away but even from where she stood she could see the soft, dark pelt belonging to a mutilated body holding still at the foot of stone in only the way a corpse could settle, twisted and without movement. She uttered a soft, high pitched whine, unsure just then if that was Raleska or Valravn though in that moment she mourned them both. The bear bellowed, and the little shadow slid to the ground in a subtle faint, though she forced herself to skitter further away from him, knowing that bears could be very swift, when angered. 

She issued a tearful cry to inform the pack the bear had returned with a corpse, and that he was still there, but she did not engage him. Warily she watched, hoping he might simply present the trophy and then leave their shores, though she couldn't help but wonder why he'd chosen to make such a spectacle.