Luxa sniffed the air and caught the scent of a fairly recent kill site not far from where she paced along with her milk-brother Fetus. The sheer amount of blood was shocking, but not as much as the thick scent of an unwashed body that was all too clear in her sensitive nostrils. She huffed out the air filled with such an unfamiliar yet strong smell. "Let's go Fetus. The pack can finally eat well tonight, since someone was kind enough to kill enough for the pack to all eat their fill and then some." Fetus grimaced as if offended by the excessive killing, but still followed his sister to the kill site.
The clearing they walked into was littered with mangled corpses of the territorial orangutans that normally would have attacked them before reaching here. The amount of blood and the shocking amount of decapitated and decimated bodies made even Luxa, the werewolf with the strongest stomach for gore in the Sharpclaw pack feel queasy and ready to puke. Fetus just puked the moment he spotted the small hill of bodies near the center of the large clearing and couldn't bring himself to take a single step forward. Luxa examined a couple of the mangled corpses near the edge of the slaughter site only to turn her head away to avoid puking at the chilling site. The head was surgically removed from the first, and the second had wide eyes on it's death. The body was barely held together by thin stretches of muscle and skin in most spots, but the worst part was it all seemed purposeful and the catalyst for the apes moving in to kill whoever did this. Moving closer to the mound that bordered on being a small hill of corpses in various degrees of pain and some were even visibly dismantled slowly during the slaughter, one corpse in particular stuck out to Luxa as she drew closer. The skin of this corpse was like the lightly aged bones in the cub's den, the ones that were starting to darken with dust from being undisturbed for so long. Reluctantly Luxa shifted to her mostly human form to move the corpse to see if it was actually dead or just a pretender. The short charade colored hair contained dried blood patches from the beasts laying around him, but what shocked her more was the fact that he only had light scratches on his well muscled torso that many of the males in the pack were sure to envy if they could see them.
"Ugh. Foe?" The stranger's eyes flickered open a bit, but instead of the eyes she was expecting Luxa saw glowing jade green orbs that seemed to pierce her, even to her soul. His voice was so weak she almost didn't hear what he said over her thoughts.
"N-no. Friendly, at least for now." She responded without much thought as she was too busy examining his body for other injuries, but none were life threatening or would lead to bleeding out before the wounds could clot. "You can rest now, proud hunter." A faint nod that she only felt on her arm his head laid on was given before he passed out again with a quiet thanks. She continued looking at the figure trying to puzzle out what he could be when Fetus called her back to reality before she got too lost in thought.
"Hey! What did you find, sister? I hope it's food that won't make the entire pack puke when they see the state it arrives in." Fetus was still pacing at the edge of the clearing, clearly not wanting to enter the clearing without very good reasons beforehand.
Luxa glared at her brother before turning back to the figure in her arms. "Fetus, I think I found the hunter who did this." She was going to say more, but the words stuck in her throat as she watched the wounds visibly close at a very slow pace. Luxa could do nothing but watch with a mixture of awe, fear, and jealousy. After the wounds she could see had finished healing, Luxa turned back to her brother and yelled, "Come here. We need to bring him back to the pack!"
Fetus flinched. "Didn't you just say that he is the hunter that brought these pesky orangutans down a few minutes ago, and now you want to take him back to our pack? What if he goes on a killing spree in the village?" Fetus looked over the slaughter site before his chocolate brown eyes fell on the one that was tortured and most likely the catalyst for the scene sprawled before him like a gruesome painting. Reluctantly he walked to his sister as she glared at him. This was the glare she gave him and their parents when she was dead set on something, so he could only comply with her wishes. He took a step back when he saw the figure was unharmed with only his shirt hanging together by threads. "W-we need to take this guy back to the pack. If he managed to avoid the claws of these things, he is a hunter the pack needs." He looked at the scene with new eyes. He could see that it indeed was done by this one figure from the way the bodies were laid around with various wounds that baffled him otherwise.
Luxa gave a gentle huff before lifting up the young man to try to get him to her pack. "Brother, grab one of the nicer corpses to bring back for food." She barely lifted the man unto her shoulders and she almost collapsed under his weight, as her legs were still shaking from the scene. She started to take steady steps towards the village, but the weight was so suddenly lifted that she fell flat on her face. "What?" She roared as she got up, only to see Fetus in his human form with the man slung over a shoulder with the headless corpse from the edge of the grizzly painting slung over the other.
"Just lead the way and take him when we get to the steeper rises along the path back home." Fetus grimaced as the figure suddenly shifted a bit and dug his elbow dug into his back for a bit before he relaxed again.