Ambre followed the scent of dried blood for a few 5 more minutes before stopping in her tracks, bumping into a lifeless snow-hued male that was missing a few patches of fur here and there. She shakily looked down at the body and turned pale-ish. Turning her head away from the stench to avoid vomiting, she stepped back, away from the flies that were circling over the dead wolf. "Dis is not fwood.."