Moonspear you remove withered flowers

While this wasn't exactly what she wanted to do, it was helping pass the time and keep the borders tended. She made no effort to get through it quickly since it was looking peaceful so far, and moseyed as needed. So when this simple approach led her towards sight of the others, her ears perked and the rest of her posture followed. She wasted little time closing distance between them, Charon being the one she zeroed in on, although she glanced over the others quickly enough to see that they were all returning well -- they were both at his shoulders, anyway, poised and seemingly in good order. Her interest lie in what he carried: ..a wolf's head? Realization followed once she got a better look at it. It belonged to Lazarus.

Finally. A finding marked by a conclusive relief, even though it was unnerving to see any piece of him again, just a head or not. These were the same teeth that had once guarded the mountain, only to go on to later dig cruelly into her scruff unwarranted, after all, and hopefully not the features her offspring would inherit. She refused to think about it and swallowed that unease down before it could take form in full. A reminder of that would be the last thing this would be. Instead, a prize.

"Good," she chuffed quietly. When she moved in closer to take a better look at the head, she smelled the hints of decay and still saw no evidence of a fight written upon any of their bodies. Either they'd done him a favor and offed him when he withered away, or found him dead already she guessed just by looking at this. "Where did you find him?" she had to know.