Phoenix Maplewood Just makin it worse

Today, instead of another lone wretch looking for a home knocking on their border, it was a pained howl of one of the Maplewood's own that interrupted Reek's morning patrol. The howl had been solely for him, and for this reason alone did Reek's stomach churn with worry. As the pack's only recognized healer, he assumed injury. As a whole, Reek's gut rarely steered him wrong. He dropped the task at hand and left the border in a lope toward the source of the call.

With every hurried step, the smell of blood became more distinguishable, until eventually, it was all Reek could smell. His heart thrummed in his chest. He was no religious man in nature, but Reek couldn't help but allow a prayer echo in his head: please don't be Saena. They simply couldn't handle another grevious injury.

Reek felt no guilt for feeling relief to see that it was Esaro injured instead. Tavi had arrived before, and perhaps had a greater understanding of what had happened. Reek shot her an inquisitive glance, imploring her for any information she had instead of asking Esaro himself.