Phoenix Maplewood Just do it

Laika narrowed her eyes, her friendly face fading. Anger bubbled up her stomach and her tail stood stock still. How. Could. He? Reek had warned them all, yet he hadn't listened. She fraught the urge to rip him to pieces and walked closer, a low growl forming in her throat.

She sat down a few feet away, tail tip twitching. She studied his wounds, noting that Spring had cared for his wounds. At least he was smart enough to let Spring care for his injuries. 

"How did this happen? Have you told Reek?" She asked calmly, despite the American threatening to boil over.

All faith she had in him had faded. Not completely, but it was definitely close.