Swiftcurrent Creek the wounds that cut the soul

There was a great deal of blood. Bazi couldn't see it, but the metallic smell was thick and fresh in the air. She did as she was bid, seating herself some ten, fifteen feet away from the injured male with her tail curled about her toes. There was no sign of Ferdie - dead or alive - and she wondered if he had suffered similar injuries, or worse. Her thoughts were still too dulled by shock to know exactly how she felt about the situation, but ultimately, Ferdie had attacked one of his own. Unprovoked. Fox would need to hear about it, ideally from Jace, but Bazi would not call her until the details had been ironed out and fully understood.

In Bazi's old world, Ferdie would have stood trial. She wasn't certain Fox would would be so merciful, and frankly, seeing Jace incapacitated like this, the youthful Beta didn't think she herself would be either.