Broken Antler Fen Dead girl!

Ibis did not know who this was, nor their importance to her passed friend. All she knew was what she saw: shock, pain, and then aggression. It was eked out across the terrain along with the unfurling of a scream; all of which set Ibis further on-edge.

Behind her was Teya, calling for help.

The stranger collapsed in a dramatic heap. Ibis might have been more sympathetic to anyone else, but as she could not recall ever seeing this wolf before, she could only judge them as unsafe and unhinged.

Her short summer coat continued to puff. She paced between the sunken shadow and Teya as if she could protect her, but they were both smaller, and hardly warriors.

The best Ibis could do was quietly call out, I am sorry you must learn this way.