Redhawk Caldera a fatal failure

Two howls rang out in quick succession, though they were distinctly different -- the first was one of a wolf in pain, and the second a cry for help. Elwood was already en route when Tiger's call went up, and it only urged him to race faster down the caldera's slope. Had he not familiarized himself with its uneven terrain over the last few months, he likely would have gone toppling tip over tail down the mountainside; somehow, though, he managed to keep his balance, his paws flying over the rocky surface until he reached level ground.

He saw Tiger first, and his gaze flew to the dark figure slumped over next to her. As soon as the pungent smell of blood hit him, he realized it was Jaws. His heart wrenched; he wasn't particularly close to the coywolf, but he was a packmate all the same. Skidding to a halt next to Finley's sister, Elwood bit his lower lip hard as he surveyed the scene.

His knowledge of medicine was limited -- extremely limited -- but he could tell that Jaws was losing a lot of blood. The black wolf's spine was curved at an unnatural angle and Elwood's heart sank. There was little that anyone could do for him. He hadn't heard Tiger's whispered offer to Jaws before he arrived, but a whine slipped past the Beta's lips as he looked to the striped female.