The scent of rot and decay had never been overly abnormal though sparse, normally the pack normally picked everything clean or moved it to a stash. It wasn't often left to rot in the open however it seemed not to be the case the further she worked north. However, there was a strong scent on the breeze, a stranger was close it seemed and she was quick to investigate. Large limbs and heavy musculature carried with a sense grace a feline would truly be likened to brought the wild woman forward. She covered the ground in no time flat, over the snow-laden hill scape. A deep interest drew with the protection and wellbeing of her pack in mind. The deep whispers and gnawing, on the other hand, inclined her to search for a meal in this unknown stranger.
Opalescent eyes focused on the small cinnamon female whos bones showed through the skin. A soft snarl escaped her maw as she watched the girl with curiosity, the girl seemed almost protective of the rotting corpse.