The Sentinels estranged

There was a distant cry, grating against her ears in a sharp, metallic pitch. It was brigtly coloured, wavering slightly, in a way that the young female would often associate with fear. She followed it cautiously, the voice unfamiliar, the request not for her. Still, it was only right that she should investigate, to help where she could.

As Doe's familiar scent wafted into range, she picked up her pace, worried for a moment that something had befallen her good natured friend. To her relief, it was some unknown that was in peril. Approaching slowly in a slinking manner, she looked from one wolf to another; Doe tending to an unknown with a swollen abdomen, and another strange male overseeing the ordeal.

"Doe!" Her voice was a rough bark, tail stiff and held low. When next she looked at the downed wolf, she had seemed to still in an eerie way. Muses froze, her gaze hardening suddenly. "What has happened?" Her tone surprised her, frosty and assertive. She thought she might have panicked, but the adrenalin rushing through her would now allow her thoughts to give way to senselessness. What could she do to help?