Sawtooth Spire beruhigen

Wounds sustained in the battle with her beastly foe still pained her -- scabbed over, gruesome, memories of scarlet staining the snow still plagued her. The scout did not let this stop her and descended upon the spire, wandering aimlessly through the territory the new pack had claimed in search of landmarks, hints that would later guide her through the unfamiliar place.

Blood was not what she expected to see littering the ground. Coyote- and wolf-scent flooded her nostrils and she whipped her head around, pulling at her scars and wincing as she did. Dark form entered her vision and she ambled towards him, tail lowered, unsure if she recognized him.

"What happened here?" the question fell quickly from her maw as soon as she closed the distance between them, head lowered slightly.