Otatso Wetlands Underdog

Wasn't sure whose turn it was. It's fairly safe to say Saena is gone to scout elsewhere, so she can be treated like she isn't present anymore.

Ukko and Tavi brushed past after a brief pause. The alpha female didn't entirely register what the male had said; her head felt filled with cotton as she focused on tending to the most severe-looking of Scarlett's injuries. Her eyes lifted over the white wolf's ruff and scanned the horizon, but the cat had made itself scarce the minute the pack wolves showed up. Cowardly creatures, cats. Wise in terms of self-preservation, but any cougar stupid enough to attack a wolf when a wolf could call upon its pack didn't deserve to get away unscathed.

Reek's arrival coincided with the moment that Saena's head began getting light. This was why she wasn't a healer, she realized—the heavy scent of a fellow wolf's blood, particularly one whom she cared for on some level, made her dizzy and weak. His voice seemed far away but she forced herself to look at his face and nod dumbly. She had to get away from here, away from Scarlett's deep and grievous wounds, away from the guilt of not knowing there was a murderous cougar around, and she had to be useful in another way.

When Desna arrived with cries of, "mommy," the alpha knew it was time to go. She pushed away from Scarlett, feeling almost cold but unable to handle the situation, and stepped gingerly past the felled female to head in a similar direction as Ukko and Tavi. She angled herself to fan out from them, searching in another direction for signs of the cat that had mauled their caretaker, and soon enough she was so far away that she couldn't hear Reek, Desna and Scarlett any longer.