Broken Antler Fen Time will tell.

Ambrosia had been content to linger around the fen and rest: three lost fights in a row had been hard on her pride. Today, however, a strange scent was on the air, mixed with Sebastians; the most worrying of all though, was that of blood. Her inky paws carried her swiftly towards her alpha, and she slowed with her pelt prickling in alarm as they finally came into view.
              "Sebastian? What happened? Who's this?"
The tawny woman gave the paler man a steely lemon look, but sniffed at him with her tail raised and ears flickering from back to side. The alpha wasn't hurt, from what she could see, but the other.... Well, she didn't point out the obvious.