swing low

Scimitar would derail Danica's death.

Scimitar’s first instinct was to fly to his mate’s side as her broken howl resounded across the land – instead, his paws carried him to the den, having thought she had been with their children. He was not sure what Bazi was upset about, and he felt a tug of discomfort at the recollection of one of their more recent spats – that the world was about to crumble down around them once more.
 
It was a shocking sight, then, to the cinnamon male, when he found his children barricaded with a log. His surprise drifted to confusion.. and then to fury. Someone had locked his pups in a den with a log – as if the thought that they could not get out was enough.. without even considering that they may need more of a tactic to keep something from getting within.
 
A snarl escaped him then, and flying forward, his mate was now forgotten, whatever her ailment. A rough shove of his shoulder and a cut from the bark scraping along his side would indeed move the log, and stepping in, his panic only subsided when he counted four heads – safe, and untouched.
 
He pulled back out, pacing before the den now.. his ears slick upon his skull and rage emanating from him like never before – not even Shadow had ignited such anger in him. God help the soul who came back to collect his pups after they had so fitfully enclosed them to an area without supervision.