[Meeting] Drag Me To The Grave

Star wished she was a better hunter as she tried to find out just what direction the rabbit had gone in. With a huff she lifted her head and sat her sand colored haunches on the grass. Luckily she was much better at making wolves better from illness than she was at making them full. She wondered if it was because her whole heart wasn't in the action of killing cute little rabbits or mice. She loved watching the deer and their young play in the meadow, so maybe this was why she couldn't commit to ending such beauty. Her thoughts were harshly disrupted by the sharp howl of her leader, Faite was calling the pack and there was no question about if she should attend. Sprinting her way towards the direction of the howl, Star was downwind of the scene. Blood hit her nose first, metallic and harsh and wolf. The second scent was Frostbite's, and her heart gave a hard thump in her chest, though she pushed him from her mind. There was something wrong, and it had Ritsy's scent all over it. Moving forward, Star looks wide eyed at the sight before her, the scraps of what fur Ritsy had possessed lay matted with blood and gore. A broken whimper left her throat as she came in from behind the gathered pack, both announcing her heartbreak, worry, questions and sorrow in one shattered note. She was frozen, wide-eyed on the scene, unable to do anything but stare at the scraps of Ritsy. Was he...was he gone?