Stone Circle we clean up and now it's time to learn

Poppy didn't need to call - as soon as Murdock caught the scent of blood and Poppy, he was trotting toward the den at a fast clip. It was as quickly as he could go without breaking down into a coughing fit, and he still wheezed uncomfortably as he followed the dog's trail to its terminus: the den.

"Poppy?" he asked, his voice rough and panicked. She was hurt - that much was clear. The scent of a strange male was thick in the den, and her blood seemed to creep up his nostrils and settle in his chest. He coughed a few times and crawled closer to her, fearing the worst. "What happened? Where are you hurt?"

The answer seemed to be 'everywhere'. In his panic, the poor girl seemed to be covered in blood. Was she dying? Murdock hoped not, but couldn't help but fear. He ducked out of the den and sent up a howl for Keoni, hoping the healer would arrived quickly. A few seconds later, he'd returned to Poppy's side. "I'm here now, I've got you," he murmured anxiously, nosing over her tiny form.