Noctisardor Bypass the humming

The fly circled back, or perhaps it was a second fly; there were so many of them. Whatever the case may be, Druid was effectively distracted, particularly when it flew right at her face. She snapped her teeth several seconds too late, then huffed and gave chase.

Somewhere behind her, Wylla’s demeanor changed. Sour words sprang from her tongue, directed at Sequoia. Druid heard none of it as she gave pursuit, eventually winding up inches from the carrion where the flies swarmed in clouds.

The puppy snapped rather halfheartedly at a few as they wafted around her head, though now the scent of meat enticed her. It wasn’t fresh, though that didn’t matter much to a wolf. She sniffed closer to what was left of the ungulate, head partially disappearing into the shadows of its exposed ribs, and nipped at a fleshy pink morsel that turned out to be a string of intestines.

She dragged it out into the open, not entirely sure if she should eat it, play with it or something else. Druid looked around for Witch, the loops of entrails dangling from her mouth, and instead caught herself staring at Wylla. Abruptly, she sensed something gone amiss and dropped the bowel into the dirt.