Sleeping Dragon death doesn't descriminate between the sinners and the saints

One grey ear fluttered backwards at the familiar howl of her Heda, so Lucani interrupted a patrol to make her way swiftly to the location. She was tired — this had meant to be the last patrol of the day, and rest would be welcome. But it wouldn't be coming any time soon, it seemed. When she arrived at last it was on a scene that had already unravelled. Both her Alphas were there, but the presence of a suspicious stranger prevented her from greeting them properly. There were certainly injuries to attend to... but she looked first to Thuringwethil, who had called, in a patient request for much-needed revelation.