Spare Ribs

She went south after joining Armada and doing some hunting for her pack. Sniffing the air, she followed the scent of death and decay. Maybe she would get lucky and find some spare meat to take back? But alas, she didn't know what to think about this... The bones of a wolf, and another wolf close by. The woman seemed to be taking a break, perhaps lugging it with her.

"Uh" Wren didn't close the distance, but she found herself curious about the whole thing. The skeleton had been bleached by the sun and weather, it seemed. The woman didn't seem to have blood and gore on her. This was a scavenge. Not a kill. "hello" she added after confirming with herself "what're you doing?" Maybe, just maybe, this wolf needed help?

"Speech"
0/3 craft - armour/weapon