She was quick to rise at her mothers bidding, a nudge to @Renier conveying all was well before she left the den on the pregnant leaders heels. There was the same excitement as last year, more siblings on the way but her daydreaming had ceased this time around. They would probably all be boys, just like last year and she had no intention of raising her own hopes imagining that even one might be a tiny sister for her to dote on. The revelation of Piety’s pregnancy still had her in a foul mood, laced more than once with whispers of what if. She knew her time would come, in the natural order - but following her mother now, watching her flanks twitch through no movement of her own she was more than comfortable with her decision.
She turned her attention back to her surroundings heart sinking as she recognised where they had come. It was a graveyard of sorts, the hard earth turned more than once to give their members a final resting place. Her eyes fell on her mothers paw and the way the earth shifted underfoot, causing a frown to mark Morganna’s silver and ginger ticked face. Rain and weight of snow should have left the earth hard packed, her own paw dragging over the ground behind her mother and making little impression under her blunt claws. “That’s not right…” she commented quietly, staring pointedly at her own feet for comparison.
The earth had been disturbed since the snow melt, and it was with a growing sense of dread she moved forward to paw at the ground, the stale scent of death filling the air as she dug faster, chanting in her head over and over to the beat of her racing heart Not Cas, not Cas, not Cas… With any luck it would simply be a badly placed cache - after all, some of the newer members clearly might not know the significance of this particular tree.
It was a grizzly find to be sure. As more earth was moved it became evident that there was intention for this particular ‘kill’ to be unearthed. Her lips set in a hard line as she tried to piece together just what they were unearthing. She had hardly encountered Xetor more than once or twice before he seemingly vanished, his scent the only evidence of his existence at all. She had merely considered his scarcity and absence around much of the lands to be little more than a deliberate avoidance of pulling his weight but she never bothered to go out of her way to track down the cause, and now here it was staring her in the face in the form of a twisted half healed leg.
Surely her mother would have mentioned he needed attention had she been aware. The young Archer was thirsty for knowledge and surely such a lesson was not one to be missed. Her movements slowed - pawing with more care to remove the dirt from flank and face - the horrible gaping wound about his blood-soaked throat surely the final blow that ended him, the fur matted into a dense carpet of fur, blood and mud.
She didn’t realise she had been holding her breath until she stepped away, the savage imagery still burned into the back of her brain. “I didn’ know o' his injuries.” It was a statement, merely thinking aloud to herself than anything and while only one name niggled at the back of her mind she refused to acknowledge it. If she hadn’t been tending to Xetor, and @Elettra hadn’t been tending to him either - that only left @Titan. How conveniently he had taken his absence from them… The timing was almost too perfect to be a coincidence.
Tell me I’m wrong. As much as it wasn’t in her nature to question her mother’s word on any matter she moved forward to nose at the mangled flesh and fur, picking through the scents carefully while her mind worked to deny the evidence at hand. “It could jus’ be a coincidence. Maybe they ‘ad seen each other b’fore?” She suggested desperately, knowing full well it wouldn’t provide an explanation of how the dark wolf came to rest here of all places. Her heart sunk with every word she spoke. She very much doubted @Titan had the mettle to kill someone, hell the boy never even retorted to her verbal jabs and less verbal enforcement of dominance. But @Skoll was her blood.
Stepping back to take one last look at the corpse that was once her displeasurable cousin she began to roll dirt back into the hole. Not to deny the discovery but simply to cover some of the stench of rot that had her stomach rolling. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how it might be affecting her mother. “I’ll find out wha’ I can.” She promised, the dots already connecting in her mind, from Skolls pretty new scars right down to the coincidence of their appearance and Xetor’s disappearance. It all fit too well. “We’ll figure it out. This won’ go unpunished.” She promised her mother as she continued to work. Goddamit Skoll! she wanted to growl. How on earth was she going to cover for him this time? And did she even want to?
Her mouth was set in a grim line as her mother spoke, wishing silently the pregnant matriarch would step back and let her daughter do the heavy lifting. Whether or not her nod was perceived through the bobbing of her body as her paws worked faster, trying to lessen the load on her mother without being obnoxious, she couldn’t be sure but she didn’t need her movement acknowledged (although she did expect some quip about her mother being pregnant not invalid to slice at her ears at any moment).
As the final clod rolled back into place, she lifted her head to look around, a fallen branch would be too obvious beneath the willow boughs and there wasn’t much else she could thing of to conceal the disturbed earth except to kick a few loose leaves in her wake. Her eyes fell to her muddied paws with a frown as she mentally prepared a list of odd jobs to be done before she set out. Renier would need to be informed, she would need to grab a bite to eat, toothbrush, deodorant, clean underwear…
The lands she had traversed were mapped out clearly in her minds eye. “I’ll start at the Caverns.” she told her mother, her voice heavy with the weight of her task. After all, she was best off starting with the more demure Titan before tackling her more volatile sibling.