Corpses? Of Ghouls?

Úlfr's first solo attempt at hunting an injured elk had ended in failure. Still, he was determined to give it another shot or at least use this opportunity to study and learn. Úlfr had caught the scent of blood and was now tracking another injured buck that had been on the losing end of a fight with a more experienced opponent over a doe.

He was a little dismayed to track the elk into the swamplands. Had it sensed him and was now taking shelter? He carefully moved around the wetter, muddier patches. Perhaps he could use the terrain to his advantage. Surely a wolf would have an easier time navigating through this territory than an elk. He went farther in when he came upon a strange fox-like woman and the horned man, Hattori. He grinned. "Hey there, you two wouldn't be interested in hunting an injured elk would you?