Wapun Meadow rosewater & bloodstains

Merrick's decree earned a sharp nod from his son. Yes. He would need to spend more time patrolling this area to ensure he caught her when she came back. To Aventus, it was only a matter of time. Easthollow wolves always turned up where they didn't belong, and he would be waiting for her, his jaws a bear trap for her delicate paws.

He heeded his sire's command without hesitation, loping after the man with his eyes peeled for anything with blood that could bleed. In the near distance, a crow took wing. He watched it grimly, knowing he was not fast enough to catch it once it was in the air, then turned his gaze to where it had been. Perhaps more crows still grounded? He darted forward and was pleased to find a pair still there; a lithe leap and snapping jaws secured one spindly leg, and he wasted no time slamming the frantic bird into the ground.