The Heartwood Running down the halls

Of course he went after her, and so Speedy immediately followed, now only filled with concern for her packmate. She saw him stumble and fall to the ground, and panic squeezed the empath's heart. Her hesitant fear of him completely gone, she ran to his side and looked him over worriedly. Oh, I'm so sorry, she said, tears threatening to form in her eyes again. The wounds on his chest and shoulder seemed the worst, and if he let her, she would bend down to begin to clean them. She knew that was half the battle--keeping them clean. She would worry about how to get him home once she ensured his wounds were cleared of any debris. Her wound had weakened her as well, but the throbbing pain was soon forgotten and replaced with only guilt and concern for her protector.