Dragoncrest Cliffs Blackpine

mireille nodded at da njord and stepped gingerly over the sodden, near-lifeless body. she plucked kelp from around the figure's paws and tail, keeping away from the slack muzzle.
her task was swift; soon she stepped back and away from the scene, giving njord a good deal of space. her verdant gaze watched intensely; she was ready to do whatever the emerald guided next, transfixed with curious worry over the existence of the other wolf, and what had happened to them.