The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

She felt the jolt as the wraith fell, the energy drawing her from her sleep and making her jump up. She was moving as fast as her long legs could  take her. She heard the two women as she approached, the Witch giving a breathy sigh. A gentle nudge to the dark male, nuzzling pressing against his stomach for a moment, feeling the heat there had her frowning. "His feet - water will help cool him, it will draw the heat out." She explained. 

Rowan was shivering, frowning as she looked over him. His eyes were unfocused, whites only visible - she could understand his fatigue might have caught him. The heat did not help. "His stomach, wet it too, we have to be careful not to make him too cold too fast... Shock can swing both ways." Rowan said as she looked up at the wolves gathered. Silently she felt out for the male, for his strength, for his spark - without words invoking the male. If you are here to serve the Mayfair witches, serve us. Do  not leave us.