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Althought this was a very odd time to go hunting, Xochime had no other choice. The cold was such that she could not be without food for too long, but at the same time, going out to the cold, as unprotected as she was, was like hell to her. Now, she had gotten too far from the ruins, for the smell of blood reached her hungry nose. But this smell did not make her run after it, but cringe. The smell was that of canine blood. Her instinct told her to flee, but the mix of other smells made her move forward, following the trail that other's had recently left as they approached the source of it.
She made sure to enter the crowd on two legs. And, as she stepped on the circle of Salsolians, she found herself before the macabre display of a knocked-out, bloody wolf laying before the Queen. Her scarlet eyes opened as plates, but she recognized the clothing that her Lady wore, which she only did when she performed a ritual. She was performing some kind of ritual then, she realized as she moved forward to join her packmates on that gory show. She was barely aware of the identities of those around her, rather focusing on the red dripping from the altar. She was already shaky and hunched, trying to prevent the cold from reaching her soft spots, but when she gazed at the grayish form nearing the sacrifice and poking at its open wounds, she had close her eyes and swallow, feeling how fear clung to her innards as hooks. She felt lucky that Eris was there, and that she had removed the frozen slave ring before leaving the ruins for her hunting party.
Fearing she would call for Bastion's attention if she stared so intently at him, she sliped her gaze to the brown paste offered to her. A bitter scent reached her nostrils as she stared at it, the owner of the tawny hands holding it expecting her response. She knew the effects of this substance, but she ate it anyways, licking her fingers clean after she did so. The taste was not bad, but she still felt a bit wary of what would happen next, as their Queen hovered over the stranger's body, devoid of life and close to its inminent end.
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