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He was heading a small mosey with the family when the stranger's howl rose to the skies, and before he could get them all regrouped, one patchy-furred rump was speeding off. "Sequoia!" he barked after her, and after some complaints under his breath, he made sure the others were going to be fine without him for a moment. Thankfully Dacio and Opalia were probably bickering over something, and Dalia could handle ushering them back towards Hougeda. The wocha would reunite with them soon, their sister in tow.

When he caught up, he growled lowly at the little runaway as he strode purposefully towards her to gather her up. In this motion he noticed Helix, and how fresh the blood scented on the wind. Nerves dialed up freshly now, he pressed his nose against the girl's side to urge her to behave--or else. "Mind your manners. You need to be careful around strangers," he said firmly, having not appreciated her hustle and rush to get here by herself, especially with blood on the wind. But, he'd make this good exposure for her if she was going to have to be here anyway.

He then stepped past her, and approached the duo of strangers to stand tall over them. At a cursory glance, they didn't immediately appear to be in any position to make trouble, but mistrust ran deep in him with his young daughter here and Heda still mending--among all else. "What happened?"