Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Tiger and Sebastian had been filled in about who the attacker was by none other than her own sister. That's fucked up, she remembered saying. And now it was all she could think. Tiger was by no means a great wolf with kids, but that was because she was afraid of hurting them. Junior had come... to kill them. Tiger realized then she could afford to be seen more by the lot of them, remembering the swimming lesson and that the kids hardly knew her. She knew Wildfire best, and had patched her up as well as her mediocre skills enabled her to. Her work was likely a little sloppy, but it did the job. Wifi wouldn't die and would be able to speak again.

She came toward the den now, head low and tail swinging limply between her legs. Her warm eyes fell onto Fox, first, greeting her with a nod and lingering there until she felt it was alright to come nearer. Then her eyes went toward the alphas doppelganger. In her mouth she carried some herbs that would relieve pain if there was any, but she placed them on the ground first to speak. "Hey, kid," she greets, her tone warm. "You in pain...? You don't need to speak if it hurts, just nod your head if you are," she offers, observant.