Blackfoot Forest The owl with the heart of a wolf

hi! kinda wrote this really quickly so don't mind me haha

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Unbeknownst to her, many things had happened. What she did realize was that while she had been abroad scouting the river for fishing spots, something had evidently gone down. Now that she returned to the packlands, it was plain to see what it was not the same. When Ferdie's scent, laced so strongly with injury that it made her nose wrinkle, exited the pack territory (and from what she knew of him, he was a bit of a homebody, so this seemed bizarre as it was), she decided to lurk after it best she could to find out more.

Since she did not yet know how to feel about these happenings, she approached with a keen, wary sort of curiosity. Ame wanted to learn more and soon she came up on a strange little gathering of creatures. With Ferdie among them, she approached.

She glanced first towards the dark-furred wolf, then Ferdie, who were both roughed up unlike anything she had seen in quite a time -- to her, they looked like war wounds almost. Then, she watched the owl with a softer sort of look. The Rikudou had not been so close to one in quite a long time. What has happened? she asked while her tail switched in a subdued interest. While torn between the injuries here and the bird, she stilled her paws and stood neutrally before them all.