The Floodlands I'm with the band.

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Ho hum, just your average patrol.  A few weird noises up ahead, but he didn't really think much about it.  Let's be real, sometimes Towhee sounded more like a cryptid than a wolf.  After all, they weren't truly alone out here -- there were plenty of other creatures and a few other random wolves wandering about, so it could very well have been any of them causing a ruckus.  He'd just have to keep an eye out and see if anything weird happened.  Then, something did.  That was Towhee's weird garbled howl coming from that same direction, right?  Uhh.  Maybe he should have gone to investigate earlier.  Quixote sprinted off in that direction, still a fair distance away.


Anyway, Quixote showed up on the scene right about when the unfamiliar chick lost consciousness.  He slowed to a walk as it all unfolded before him, taking in the disaster as he quickly processed what to do.  There was already what seemed like an immense quantity of blood all over the area, and given that one of the participants seemed to be slumped over in a pile, that was probably why.  Had Towhee and whoever it was gotten in a fight?  His eyes flicked between them, but the slashes across Towhee's face seemed very unlikely to be from a wolf -- far too clean and dramatic.   No wait.  Bobcat?  That scent was definitely here too.

That was enough for him to start into some kind of action, heading quickly towards the stranger she was looking pretty grim -- at least Towhee was still upright even if she looked like a Halloween prop.  The hell happened?  was about all he'd be able to say before he pointed his attention back to the brownish wolf, though he kept an ear towards Towhee as she likely gave her response.  Quixote did a very, very cursory once-over of the wounds before placing a wide paw heavily on the one that seemed to be producing the most blood to attempt to staunch the flow.  He wasn't particularly gentle about it; Quixote was not a medic, but show up around enough fights and you'd certainly pick up enough things to use to keep your buddies alive until the real help got there.  Speaking of, regardless if Towhee was still talking, he tipped his head back for an additional short howl -- hurry, please.