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Spieden moved in towards the carcass, noting somewhat disappointingly that the lynx had not neglected in taking the best parts. Spieden quite preffered the rich liver herself, but finding it missing she set about tearing into the shoulder muscle. Spieden flicked an ear towards Anneliese, amber eyes following as she lifted her head, considering the woman's reasonable question. Spieden sighed through her nostrils, considering it before shaking her heavy head.
"We'll let the others know and keep an eye around this edge of the territory for the cat, but it's really too dangerous to go roamin' around outside the borders right now. I'm really not kidding about those loners." Spieden said. She didn't care if it seemed cowardly, she wasn't risking death, or even worse, imprisonment, over a damned lynx. Those loners could very well be waiting for them, trying to lie some sort of ambush if any of the Bend wolves ventured out. The hair along Spieden's spine prickled as something occurred to her, a sort of distant fear glassing her fiery eyes. What if this was a setup? Practically a whole deer left behind, the only evidence to a lynx as the cause present in a lingering scent. Spieden's attention flicked back to the corpse, searching desperately for any sign that something was amiss. Any sign that it had been dragged here as bait, looking for marks on the ground, crumpled foliage, pawprints, anything. Her heart raced, looking for something that did not exist, until she noticed a nearby shrub with a broken branch.
"This is starting to give me the creeps. Let's go." Spieden ordered, tearing off a hunk of meat before booking it out of there and heading towards the pack's center, newest member in tow.