Redhawk Caldera not used to seeing this much of my own blood anymore

It was Eljay's second howl that caught Elwood's attention. He was nearby, returning from a patrol, and the urgency and desperation in his son's voice was alarming. He moved swiftly towards the source of the call, worry rising in his chest as he wondered what could be wrong. Whatever it was he expected to see, it wasn't the scene that unfurled in front of him.

Eljay was trying to heft a dark-coated youth, which was puzzling in itself, but Elwood was alarmed when he saw the amount of blood pooling on the ground. "What--" he said, bristling as he came to a halt alongside his son. "What happened? Who is this?" She seemed to be unconscious, and the metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils, preventing him from identifying anything about her.