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There was panic in Eljay's voice when he called for an adult, so Elwood wasted no time in responding. He galloped down the slope, hitting the flatlands running. At first, he didn't see Eljay anywhere -- but a yelp drew his attention and he looked to the left, where he spotted the youth cowering behind an outcropping of rocks. Confusion flickered across Elwood's face as he quickly appraised his son; he didn't seem to be hurt.

He stepped towards Eljay, then became aware of the others nearby. When he turned, he saw two figures lying still on the ground -- an elk and a reddish wolf. His heart leapt into his throat; he immediately assumed it was Fox's prone form he was gazing at. But the white stockings on the female's legs revealed that she was not the Alpha female after all, but Zicorro. He was relieved, at least for the moment.

"Eljay, what happened?" he called over his shoulder as he moved cautiously towards Zicorro. The elk was still alive, but wasn't in good shape. She was, too; there was no evidence of outward injury, so it appeared that she was simply unconscious. He nudged her gently, wishing that the pack had a medic to assess the situation. "I think she'll be okay. She must've hit her head," he said, looking back to see if Eljay had come out of his hiding spot.