Northstar Vale The little deaths are a little less, even if just for a moment

As the call pooled slow and mournful across the bowl of the vale, Warbone turned into an unrecognizable force of nature, fueled by fear and preemptive rage for what he would find at the other end of his companion's strained voice. He would have reacted similarly to hearing any of his family's song laced with such strife, but given the fact that it was his alpha female who had called out for relief, his actions were spurred far more by emotion than it was by duty. He was already ill-at-ease with her constant ventures, and her prolonged absence had not gone unnoticed; in his opinion it had only been a matter of time before this very instance became reality. Saena's life meant more to him than his own, and he would be damned if her escapades outside the vale would take her from him.

Finding her was easier than containing his ire about the given situation. It was all he could do not to snarl at her, even with the sympathy he felt towards seeing her wounded. Warbone crowded her, his tail bristling and his tongue carefully searching her smaller, non-serious wounds. The foreign scent on her tickled something in the back of his thoughts, but he couldn't place it in his eagerness to simply see that she not sustained an injury like the one to his face.

He knew the marks of another wolf's teeth as surely as he knew the tracks of a deer, yet he still asked her "what happened?" instead of who.