Nova Peak some walks you have to take alone

Kaskara had been patrolling the borders, making the rounds of the rising and falling terrain, marking where their scent had begun to fade. It was menial work, but she enjoyed it, knowing she was making the world safer for her nieces and nephews. She hadn't seen her brother since Bazi returned from Danica's dead body, when she had left the pups (safely, mind you) in the den alone. They had been alone for only a few moments, seconds at best, and none had been harmed. None except Scimitar, whose pride and shoulder had been wounded. Kaskara hadn't said anything to him since, his wrath a barrier between them.

So it was with a heavy hear that she followed his scent down the mountain that day, wondering if she should speak to him, if it had been long enough to cool his temper. But what she saw was something different, that made her heart stop: Falwasi had returned, looking worse for wear. Kas didn't speak, but closed he distance between them and set her nose to the girl's cheek, loving her, letting her know she was home, that it would all be okay. She stepped back after a moment, eyes studying her friend, noting the gaunt features, the old blood. What had happened?