Otatso Wetlands Underdog

Scarlett's panicked howl rouses Saena instantly from a daydream. She pricks her ears forward but doesn't have time to feel a surge of anger, for there is a quality to Scarlett's howl that bespeaks pain. Instead, icy cold fear splashes into her stomach. She doesn't remember getting to her feet, but soon enough she's flying through the trees of the maplewood. Twigs reach out to tear at her coat as she clumsily crashes through the wood, but the scrapes she sustains are nothing compared to what she sees when she breaks the treeline.

Scarlett, bleeding heavily. The lunge of a cat's backside as it flees the scene. The cat is smart, at least. A cougar may best a single wolf in combat but, being roughly the same size as wolves, it stands no chance against two or more. Saena throws back her head and adds her voice to the howl, a sharp call for @Reek foremostly, and she reaches Scarlett as her howl ends.

The alpha female is very ill-equipped for this. She knows nothing of healing except that her tongue can soothe the wounds and potentially stop the bleeding. So she falls alongside Scarlett, targeting the wounds on her neck and shoulder that seemed the most serious. Those on her flanks or heels might've been worse, but the alpha didn't know. So she swept her tongue as gently as she could over Scarlett's torn shoulder and neck, whining softly and pressing close in an effort to comfort her.

Her only hope now was that Reek would arrive soon. That he would take over the healing process so Saena could shove her fear and worry into her stomach and seek out the scent of the moronic cat, that they would be prepared next time to take it out for good.