Smelling of ice and coal / Chased; joining

Hearing screeching, shrieking and the breaking of bones and tearing of flesh set the Shadow Regent on edge. She was cautious when she came upon the scene to see three wolves dead and one creature still alive. She heard Moth's command and she turned to look at Farah whom had not decided to help the other. Then lioness weighed the options that they had. She didn't trust the injured tiger. They didn't know why the three canines had been chasing her. Were they good or bad? Had the scorpion tailed creature done something to cause their ire to be focused on her? There was so many options and pathways. They could be helping someone in need or someone who could potentially turn on them. Flicking her tail she decided to speak to Farah then. "She should go bring Aurum." Even though it was bitter she knew that they would need his judgement here. Her own words were bland as she focused on the stranger who had a gruesome beginning on their lands.

"Does this one have a name? She may call me Elsweyr. What happened to her?" The question that needed to be answered. Why were the wolves suddenly racing to attack one creature and cause harm only for all three of their lives to be taken. Murder was not something to be overlooked and so she waited to see what the answer was. Just a few words could make a difference.