Bonesplinter Ravine Lost in translation

A piercing howl rose. The Harbinger’s summon. Ears perked to attention as the Acolyte diverted her current activity of tracking after a scent trail of a wolverine to taking off in stride toward the call. Her pace left the Raven that followed her behind in the trees although it would catch up to survey the oncoming maelstrom of the Saints from an elevated distance away.
 
The Ravine was an area Zsuzsa was largely unfamiliar with but would be destined to become very acquainted with it now. She knew through the Saints vine there was a wolf trapped down in a bone pit by Donovan’s doings, but that was all she knew. As she arrived at the source of the howl, her senses went into overdrive smelling the unfamiliar presence of two trespassers. Nyra was here, aiming toward the black and cream female. Zsuzsa didn’t cease her stride, instead made an increased sprint and aimed herself toward the male. A snarl came from her as she lunged at him with fangs out, not giving a second thought at asking any questions first.