As the female spoke, Nezera couldn't help but nod along, her own thoughts churning as the idea took root. It was possible - if they disguised their scents enough, Nezera could scout the border of the den, see what they were dealing with. If all else failed, the scent of death would be enough to dissuade the pack from attacking her outright - she would smell like them, look like them, and she could act like them if she needed to.

"We roll in the carcass, disguise our scents. You'll be with me as a distraction, lure them away if we need to - not that I couldn't take them on by myself," she added haughtily, "but then I can continue to search if we're interrupted. If I'm smart about it... they would consider me a rogue."

She looked at the female then, head cocking as she studied her. It seemed her opinion of Yukon wasn't too far off - the wolf clearly had her wits about her.

"I don't like it, but I know what carcass we need," Nezera muttered, skin prickling at the thought. Without another word, she took off in the direction they had come, keeping up a steady trot this time - there was no need to sprint, to wind themselves and be faced with a potential foe while at their weakest. The time passed slowly, seconds ticking by as the moon continued her climb in the sky. They passed Nezera's former border, her scent already doused by the sickening smell of death. As she pushed further, she kept herself alert, ears pricked for any sound and eyes sweeping the terrain.

No wolves came to intercept them, and Nezera was thankful for the gentle breeze blowing their scents away as she pushed on, crossing into territory she had only explored once before.

With a sigh, she slowed, the bitter smell carrying to her on the wind. Though they hadn't been friends, it disappointed her to see the brutish male's carcass, rotting away as the days passed. He had been good to her, nice even, helping when she asked for information. Now, at her feet, the empty eye sockets of Faolon, her former ally, looked blankly into her soul. She allowed her head to droop slightly for a second, the weight of what she was about to do overwhelming her before she shoved it away.

"I'm sorry," she muttered to the corpse, before siddling up next to it and rolling.

The smell was overwhelming, causing her to gag in disgust and despair as she felt the sticky coating of long-wasted blood smother her fur. A bone prodded into her side, and she stifled a groan as she shuddered, rolling once more to ensure she was coated before rising. Her eyes held no light, void of feeling as she boxed away the emotion that raged to be let free. She had no time to mourn, no time to consider the atrocity she had committed. Instead, she moved to the side, throwing her head at the large female before her.

"Do I smell like them?"

The nod was all Yukon needed for confirmation that Nezera was for the idea. As the other dame reworded what she said, than added a bit of confident words at the end -- Yukon smirked -- Nezera and herself weren't so different personality wise. Only in size and color. Now knowing they both agreed, the larger dame nodded. "Exactly." She added simply in agreeance before falling silent once more.

Hearing Nezera's next words confused her. Had she not just agreed with her? What did she mean by 'she didn't like it'? Flicking her auricles back, she'd watch as the other picked up a quick trot headed toward the way they had just fled from. Yukon watched for a mere moment, noticing a sudden shift in the others body language. Squinting, she'd quickly shift her weight to stand, swiftly turning all in one fluid motion and picking up a quick trot to follow Nezera. The movement through the dense, death filled forest was silent, their pawsteps against the foliage being softened blow to the damage already being done to it. As they crossed back over into what she now wanted to call the 'death pit', Yukon's nose scrunched. Ugh... Why couldn't death smell nice? She questioned in her head as she continued following Nezera.

Not too long after passing through Nezera's territory, Yukon felt the smaller dames attitude shift again. As she watched Nezera stand over the carcass of a deceased candid, she blinked. They came all this way for this? When there was so many more carcasses where they had less chance of getting caught? Yukon wanted to be upset, but something inside her told her not be. Her emerald hues stared at her ally, looking on as she murmured something to the deceased before rolling in it's stench. The sounds of the bones cracking, as well as the squelching sound of the decaying muscle being squished made Yukon gag. Everything about this was upright disrecpectful, and disgusting. But, it needed done. After Nezera was done, she'd look over the fae. Her pelt matted in the others decaying fur, flesh and blood. "Yes, you do." She answer, walking over to the carcass and sliding down against it, rolling in it just as the other did.

Feeling what she was just hearing made her want to puke.

Oh. My. God.

Yukon didn't roll near as long as Nezera did, but, was sure to cover most to all of her back and sides. After standing up, she'd look back at Nezera. She wanted to ask about the silent stance before her roll, but, figured she was paying her respects to whomever this wolf was to her. Maybe a mate? Or future mate? She wasn't sure -- but if this female was who Yukon thought -- that wouldn't be the case. "How do I smell?" She asked, trying to laugh to lighten the mood but couldn't even bring herself to do that. "Where should we stay until nightfall?" She asked, not sure if they were safe enough to do anything now.