Swiftcurrent Creek I'm first in the water

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long, careful steps took her swiftly to where she had been summoned; the scent of blood thick and heavy so near to the pup-den. her strides became quicker, sharp tug of worry pulling at her chest, yet the sea-witch let no sign of it show. 

upon arrival, her gaze fell at once to the broken pup that lay at Constantine's feet, moving, then. she was struck at once how similar the child looked to a dying arachnid, limbs pulling near before limpness had them relax once more. gaze found him first, searching, for the other four pups were present and thus this one was no one of the pack. yet here was no place for questions, and the sea witch crouched and began the careful task of cleaning the blood and debris from the boy's pelt, searching for the source of the pooling sanguine fluid.