“I think we’ve got something.”
Lorenzo stood up and hurried forward. Rohesia moved after him, Kilik keeping up. They turned left at the edge of the bridge and followed the snowy bank along the frozen river, Rohesia doing her best to berth around it.
She spotted something up ahead.
A figure, clothed in snow and ruined fabric, lay on their side.
The worst came to mind as she noticed the wolf-like ears and snout.
Lorenzo ordered Kilik to keep watch in Sikkharan, ducking down beside the figure and turning them onto their back. Rohesia crouched beside him.
The deceased lying before her was a grey wolf. Snow matted his side and front, some of it beginning to pile up at his neck where some snowfall had frittered in. Eyes glazed with ice stared up at the dark sky, unflinching as flecks of sn
