Almost bounding down the stairway Vashti came to a stop on the main floor, wearing nothing but an oversized tanktop that reached halfway down her thighs. Standing there her head went high and she sniffed at the air. 

  The stench of blood was strong now, but she couldn't pinpoint the source.....not through the smell of food in the kitchen. 
Blinking in confusion Vashti turned her gaze in the direction of the distant room. 

[color=00a651]Who could be cooking a meal? At this time?[/color]

All she knew was that someone.....was dead....laying motionless somewhere in the house, and one of the pack members were content making a meal.....something was very wrong. 

 Stepping slower now Vashti approached the kitchen; head high with her mop of brown hair dangling in a wavy mess over her shoulders. Skin clammy from the dread of death, she rubbed her arms and entered the kitchen to find Ace there; cooking what seemed to be a delicious meal.

Tilting her head to one side Vashti stalked closer and leaned against one of the counters. Her voice was tight, "What happened? I smell blood....." 

   Glancing around she made a small worried sound, "Is the Ulfric alright? Was one of the packmembers injured by the hunter?"

She spoke with a desperate urgency; was that what was wrong the night before? When the Ulfric went into the forest?