Blacktail Deer Plateau We kill dragons

Blue heard swift paws running on the outskirts of the plateau. Usually she ignored it, but today the curiosity got the better of her. Dipping her muzzle to the ground she tip toed forward to see what it was that was scurrying about. Wasn't it her surprise to see Saena breathing hard and barely moving as blood poured from over a dozen wounds. She saw her paw all sorts of messed up, but far too bloody for Blue to tell what was wrong. She raced forward with a soft cry, and snuffled at the girl, trying in vain to find all the wounds, and the ones that caused the most damage. She smelled of fox, and Blue was infuriated. Though she had not seen teh little she wolf in some time, she could remember her smell. As soon as all was said and done, she would make a trip to the Caldera and she would give both Fox and Perry a dressing down, they would never forget. This constant drama and fighting was ridiculous, and there was no need to hurt Saena so, not the girl that wouldn't hurt anyone if she could help it.

Blue sniffed at her gently, licking here and there to see if her niece could be moved. The wound in her neck wasn't too bad, it might hurt, but it wasn't deadly. Most of the wounds were not terribly deep, though it was clear to Blue. That Fox had fought to kill, and it enraged her. Saena, What happened? Can you walk? or do I need to help you to the den? Look at you, you're a mess. You wait until I get to the Caldera. She gently chuffed again, and gave the girl another reassuring lick to her face.