The wolves we saw when we arrived aren't like any I've seen in the forest back home. Wolves hunt because they need to, to survive. These wolves...
[The tracks stop abruptly, and Caitlyn stops abruptly with them. They simply... vanish, a trail leading to nowhere, with no indication of where the person who left them went. She scans the nearby trees, looking for any indication that their quarry climbed one, but she sees no telltale broken branches or scuffed bark, no displaced snow that would have shaken down from a branch. There's no blood splatter, either, no churned up snow or leavings that she would associate with a pack of wolves catching their prey.
Once again, she crouches down, looking for any indication, no matter of small, of what could have happened here.]
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[The tracks stop abruptly, and Caitlyn stops abruptly with them. They simply... vanish, a trail leading to nowhere, with no indication of where the person who left them went. She scans the nearby trees, looking for any indication that their quarry climbed one, but she sees no telltale broken branches or scuffed bark, no displaced snow that would have shaken down from a branch. There's no blood splatter, either, no churned up snow or leavings that she would associate with a pack of wolves catching their prey.
Once again, she crouches down, looking for any indication, no matter of small, of what could have happened here.]