Blacktail Deer Plateau ghost.exe

They were ruthless and unforgiving. The coyote screamed in pain and fought for the remainder of its life - but it was too late. Suddenly the screeches went silent and the body went limp in his maw, whatever he had of it at least. Stained with his and the coyote's blood, the once white paladin was now stained in brilliant red blotches all over, he turned to see where Raleska was heading.

Erzulie had joined them and immediately went to the fallen packmate's side. He stood for a moment, a moment to mourn the fallen, young, soldier; but he spent no time with her. His ties were shallow, and silently he wandered off after a moment. Not to the borders yet, but to search any trace of other coyotes that might have infiltrated along with this one... he would mourn, at his own pace, in his own way. Leaving the women to do their own thing.