Ravensblood Forest before the devil knows you’re dead

Though the smoke was a safe distance away for now he still paced anxiously. He would not allow anyone to be hurt, so he patrolled the borders all day to be the first to see the fire if it were to approach. A nervous whimper occasionally left his throat whenever a breeze brought the stench of smoke and burning to his nose. Suddenly his ears perked and he gasped. Arturo! He was calling for help! 


The obsidian of his pelt could be seen darting over the snow as he raced to the sound, seeing a rather upset looking Ceannasach huddling over the body of a burnt Dame " we gotta move her sir. If she breathes in any more of this smoke she will die."  He said in an urgent tone and moved forward. He was not aware that the woman was his leader's beloved so any thoughts of him being accosted for drawing near was far from his mind.


"Help me move her, please? A lively Wolf is hard enough to drag much less an unconscious one" he requested as he bent his head to grab the Dame's scruff.