Larksong Grotto oh right

Neasa's smell, as usual, was more useful than her hearing and sight. Not because her hearing and sight were poor, but it was just the way wolves were built. Her nose never failed to be the first to alert her to the presence of somebody else, and she glanced to the left, then to the right to see a white figure against the snowy landscape. Not only that, but there was a very obvious corpse at his feet, causing Cyclone to immediately lick her lips.

Him drinking from the stream would have been the perfect opportunity for her to steal it away, and the coon likely would have been enough to stave off her hunger for the day, but she knew better than to insult those she was trying to draw toward the glacier. Instead, she would wait until he was finished with his drink, then give an inviting woof. The last thing she wanted to do was approach somebody with food at their feet, lest she start a tussle.