Eek returned to the scene almost unintentionally, and now that she was here her face contorted into a sneer. There was no sign of the pack that once lived here, beyond a few snaking trails and an abandoned den. She came across her own disused tunnel and thought for a moment that perhaps she should make use of it once more but why would she? Her work here was long done. She had to keep travelling south, she was sure. Eirian had to be around here somewhere.

Perhaps, she had come seeking some confirmation that the wolf she left bleeding in the dirt had died, but then, they were a sentimental bunch. If she hadn't dragged herself off to die out of sight they probably buried her in the dirt like a child's favourite fur scrap, denying the inky woman one last chance to gnaw on a disused femur, or to find a way to shatter what might remain of an empty skull. Not to mind though. Spring was in the air and while her own exploits over the season may have failed to bear fruit that didn't mean her companion was likewise unlucky in his endeavours.

An eerie quiet came over the clearing and the dark look on her face promptly melted into something far more childlike in its innocence. Coaly ears turned forward, the left torn from her battle on this very ground and her eyes widened. To compensate for the missing appendage that was her tail, her rump began to wave in its place. "Hello?" she called sweetly, wondering just who else might dare walk through this old graveyard.