She wasn’t particularly fond of large groups if it didn’t involve hunting, she wasn’t quite sure of the point of getting together only to talk. The fact that social skills aren’t her strong suit may have had quiet an impact on this, but that’s not the point. Regardless as she walked through the open fields of Ruieze seeing such a inordinately large gathering triggered her natural curiosity accompanied by a twinge of fear at what could cause such a thing. She creeps toward the group on silent pads, body slung low as the concern that something is indeed decidedly wrong builds inside of her. Only once she is able to find a small outcropping of rocks that gives her a view over the shoulder of the growing group and spots the oddly splayed form of the full-grown moose does she understand what has drawn them all.

The prospect of a free meal is always exciting to a wolf, they are all as much scavengers as much as hunters, but the view of fine meat wholly untouched by any here is almost a sure sign of disaster. She had wandered enough, seen enough lands almost entirely wiped out by plagues and infections to be instantly wary of the entire situation. It was quite the commotion, each of them talking over one another making suggestions and inferences about what it could all mean, unfortunately most of them missed the point. It didn’t entirely matter what had caused the great beast to fall, but instead what would soon come to all of them if it had indeed carried infection as she was beginning to fear. One of them suggests trying to drag the hulking form of the moose from the river and she can’t bite back the barking laugh that leaves her muzzle, coming into contact with the creature was almost certain to cause chaos but you cannot reason with a mob. So she merely settles in on her perch, her eyes scanning the crowd with oddly veiled amusement to see what comes to pass here and in the future.