"Not necessarily, but 'twould be useful to point us lest we chase our own tails. I would caution to beware the wolves here, they have no fear of man that a wolf elsewhere has learned."

Morrigan learned her own form from them so long ago, prowling in the dark shadows and through the undergrowth until she could move as they, could hunt and know the world as any wolf would but the Wilds make it different when a false step could sink some of them deep in stagnant water that hampers their movement.

The wolves, after all, could just as easily have left the kill. Best to keep moving as she feels the ground ahead with her staff and-- yes, beneath the undergrowth to her left is the mostly rotted and sunken-in face of a genlock. A thing she won't forget in a hurry.