Moonspear heavy-weight

On her way to answer the howls, her hackles rose up into an ugly, serrated ridge the instant she smelled the blood on the cold mountain air. Tensions were already staying taut, as of late, so this wasn't helping—already, without knowing more so far. She kept her purpose very to the point, and slid from the shadows of the woods wordlessly at first. She went honing in on Revui's silvers. Speedy, nearby, warranted half a glance. She rumbled, low and worried, to greet them both, though her focus was on assessing this. Ame circled around him, closing in that way, as her stare hardened.

Seeing her youngest son bloodied, and a medic of their own too, certainly did not bode well. Though outwardly here in a chilling composure, she burned. Between her teeth, she didn't let the thought take shape yet. Instead: Blackfeather? Redhawk? Or.. ? What happened? she asked, now seeing better the extent of his injuries as she came in close. Speedy's.. less so, but she was becoming more aware of the extent of this by the second. Another quick, frustrated look between them, and she wiggled her nose over the scent of vaguely familiar Blackfeather worked into his coat.

This finding granted a new layer of depth, and with her crosshairs knowing a good target, she had to find out the rest. They both looked the part of such strife, and she was in need of some explanations. Can you move? she asked them both and splayed out her ears. The rendezvous would be best, Lyra could probably meet them there too. Naturally, she mainly wanted to usher them further into the territory, and to where she could situate them for a rest, safer into their depths. After all, theirs were returning wounded often enough lately that she was truthfully protective of them (and their trails) first, and attentive to their injuries second—since they both appeared conscious, for now, and not at immediate risk for impending death that she could see coming for them, either.