Blacktail Deer Plateau before you wreck yo self

Vercingetorix gave a shrug, eyes caught between sadness and rage. Healing, he said shortly, then added, Physically, at least. But that kind of thing fucks somebody up for life. I'm worried about his state of mind.

What's the scent? He shot her the ghost of a smile, pleased to see her initiative. Here, he replied, wandering a short distance away and pressing his muzzle to the ground. Drawing in that fucker's odor. Right here. Keep it in mind.

As much as Vercingetorix wanted to take this guy down himself, he knew that multiple wolves searching for the monster was even better. Godspeed to them.