Silver Creek tell me, do we get what we deserve?

Zada felt a flush of irritation at that-- not towards the girl in front of her, but towards the pack members she had never even met. What was the point of a pack, if there was no unity? Her heart flared with sympathy for the other wolf.
They just don't care? What happened, exactly? She sniffed towards the wounds on the other girl, adding as an after-thought: I am Zada.
Part of her was just hungry for knowledge, curious to know what had happened, and why the pack didn't seem to care for one of their own-- another part was ready to feel outraged on the other wolf's behalf. She took another moment to glance over her, noting the beautiful blue of her eyes-- and the pain in them.