Altar of Twilight She demands a sacrifice.

The instructions of the priestess... or the lack thereof, came as a relief to Ar-Khalba, who would much rather let the body of the heathan rot in the open than drag him back to the sanctified grounds of the Sun Mote Copse. With his interest in the corpse waning, Ar-Khalba nearly turned to give the priestess and the body some breathing room. He found his movement stopped however as he felt the priestess nose his shoulder.

Wolves approached. For now, he could only see one. Though the approaching wolf didn't seem too threatening, Ar-Khalba kept his gaze glued to her as she moved forward, forever cautious of the intentions of others. She posed an incredulous question and he nearly laughed, but he remained silent at the priestesses side.

Then there was a howl. Ar-Khalba's hackles bristled as a second wolf joined them by the corpse. Taking a few steps forward, he positioned himself to protect the priestess if things got hairy.