The strong grip of the mayor's handshake was met with equal force, if only to show the man that these two women were in fact more than capable of dealing with the situation at hand. If she wanted to show she was capable, showing off a bit of her strength was mandatory. The mayor gave them permission, told them to keep things under the grid during their investigations, as to not upset the villagers even more than they already were. When the man had left, both Silver Wolf mages were left alone to ready themselves. Leona spoke up first, telling her they needed to focus on the search first, while trying to keep the villagers from needlessly panicking. The latest murder scene was what her guildmaster suggested, to which the blonde nodded. ”Yes, of course. That sounds like the best place to start… speaking of which, I think I came across it earlier, hence why I arrived later.” When told to lead the way, Kitalpha turned on the back of her heels and looked over her shoulder towards the fellow blonde. ”Gladly. Follow me, it's this way.” she said, immediately following the road with a steady pace. She made sure to remain in front of her guildmaster, if only to hide the crimson eyes now glowing fiercely as she picked up the metallic scent from earlier. Making sure she slowed down every so often so Leona could still follow along, Kitalpha started leading her through the village towards a more remote part, all the while her thoughts tried to comprehend what could have happened with this mountain lion issues.
One attack could happen, but multiple in such quick succession meant there was a pressing issue they needed to address. A predator wouldn't normally go far into civilized territory unless it was being threatened… but lions weren't often bested in the wild. They were the king of all animals, so if it were to be as such, what could've possibly overthrown the lions to leave their regular hunting grounds and habitat behind? Or... this was a train of thought Kitalpha certainly hoped not to be true, but it could've been that the lions had come across something that’d strengthened their territorial drift. To expand their hunting grounds for the sake of food… or the thrill of the hunt. She truly wished it wasn't the latter. If it was for food then, in case a pride had formed, it should've grown exponentially, which rose the question about how it had grown. Cubs didn't need as much meat to survive, and the local wildlife would suffice to tend to their needs… could it be several adults had merged into a pride after all? A rare, yet not impossible occurrence among mountain lions. Or perhaps even rogue lions looking for easy prey? Magicless humans were after all just that; easy prey for a hungry beast unfamiliar with civilization. But… that didn't make any sense that they'd attack that many times. If she could take the crime scene she'd checked on as a format for the others then it was too bloody for just a regular breach… Everything around her was screaming that something was off about it.
As Kitalpha lead the way to the crime scene she'd seen earlier, she explained her thoughts to Leona, with every side-tracked possibility included. Those 8 years of having travelled the world from a young age, on her own, had given her proper insight on the way animals, both carnivorous and herbivorous in nature, behaved and acted in certain situations. Especially since she shunned the civilizations or never found her way towards them, nature alone had been her source of studying. Of growing up. She had to teach herself. Trial and error had been her coming of age, so she knew her way around fauna and flora quite well; be it self-taught. No books to tell her wrong or right. What she knew she'd tested on herself, the effects of plants, fruits and so on. The acceptance of wildlife if she was involved. Her skills for survival had been optimised for her own benefit, likewise she got to train her cursed gift through it with no witnesses around to speak badly of it.
When the scent of blood was starting to overthrow her own senses Kitalpha undid her enhanced sense of smell, and covered her mouth and nose alike with her hand, gesturing for Leona that it was right around the corner. Her eyes showed disgust at the scent of blood, hiding the true feeling of fear that now grabbed a hold of her. Not that she was afraid of blood, violence or the mountain lion, but that she could lose herself with so much triggers suddenly around them. Utmost focus was at hand if she wished to make it through investigating this crime scene. So covering her nose and mouth would at least keep her from breathing in said scent all too much. Two bulky villagers overseeing the path stopped them suit. “You cannot go past here, it's off limits until we're done cleaning up this lion's mess.” One of them said sternly, to which Kitalpha lowered her hand a bit, enough to speak properly. ”We're mages from Silver Wolf, meant to deal with your lion problem. The mayor gave us permission to check the scene of the crime for clues, so we can get to work faster.” And without any shame she pulled down her tank top enough to reveal her cleavage, and the black guild tattoo located on her left breast without exposing everything. Her gaze was cold as she stared at the two bulky men, that seemed to be slightly embarrassed at her shameless exposure. ”I hope this is enough proof to let us through? Or are you wanting to let my guildmaster wait here too?” Kitalpha said sternly, gesturing at Leona, to which the men shook their heads. “Of course not, but you understand that we can't just let anyone pass willy-nilly and mess with the evidence.” He stepped aside to let the two women pass. “Go ahead, and get rid of that bastard lion quickly, mages.”
The crime scene however was something else entirely. A wooden cabin with what once was a wooden fence; what remained of the fence was nothing more than scrapwood, the small garden behind it plowed till no greens remained within it, only soil and paw marks. Near the cabin signs of struggle could be seen; the door nearly pulled out of its hinges and partially destroyed, the outer walls riddled with claw marks and more. Blood everywhere. Outside splattered on the walls, traces on the door and fence; hand- and footprints alike, and a large trail of crimson, as if someone had dragged a giant rough paint brush across the floor, leading from beyond the tattered door. One didn't need to be a fool to realise what battle of life and death had been fought here… either the victim had fought fiercely before falling to the beast's claws, or the beast itself had more bloodthirst than it should've. The blonde’s gaze fell upon one of the pawprints in the mud, and felt how her courage nearly abandoned her when realising the size of it… And she knew. They wouldn't be able to fix this without bloodshed. ”Leona… look.” Kitalpha said as she pointed at the print and squatted down to study it further. ”This size is unusual. I've never seen tracks this big before… but they all seem the same, which means it's most-likely only one lion behind this incident.” Her voice spoke softly, especially at the end of her sentence, as to not offend any willing or unwilling eavesdropping villagers when addressing Leona.
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