Otatso Wetlands Underdog

Begrudgingly, Reek tore himself away from his mate's side in the early hours of the morning to tend to the border, but his monotonous work was short-lived, and he was wracked by the pained howl of a friend.  Panic seized him for a moment, and Reek froze in place— leg still hiked over the side of tree.  His muscles tensed, and single thought repeated in his head.  What now?

They couldn't catch a break.  This sort of thing never happened at Redtail Rise. Perhaps he was looking at the past with rose-tinted glasses, but something about the Maplewood felt much more hostile. It felt as if constant danger was always looming beyond, just out of reach.

Finally, he broke from his panicked trance and sprinted toward the call of distress. He arrived to find a gruesome scene. The thick and metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air around him, but it did little to phase him. It was fight or flight, and Scarlett took the first priority. Saena had begun to tend her wounds in his absence, and Reek moved in beside her and whispered, "I've got her... find the cat," before settling down to tend her wounds.

She was breathing, but he couldn't tell if she was still conscious. She would have lost a lot of blood by now, and if she were to fade, his job would prove to be a lot more difficult. She needed to stay awake. He paused from licking her wounds to speak. "Hey. Hey Scarlett. Talk to me. I don't care what about, but talk to me about something." If he could get her on a tangent, perhaps he wouldn't have to worry.