Nimbus Summit I hate this place

Panic flooded the nomad queen as blood mingled with Romi's familiar scent, and faster did her snowy paws carry her. Giana arrived when her daughter was more gone than not, and a strangled yelp escaped from her throat. 
      "R-Romi? Romilda!"
Her voice was somewhere between hysterical and livid, but her worry as a mother trumped her pride. It was not just a packmate who'd been injured, it was her own blood. Smelling Aerowyn upon the brown coat of Romi, revenge was sworn in the front of her mind.
For now, however, Giana worried about her daughter. She crumpled to the ground beside Romi, licking more gently than anyone would think possible of such a dominant and vain woman. 
                 "My daughter, what happened?"
No doubt, she'd been off pissing wolves off. It was her speciality, clearly, but Gia would always be on the side of her kin.