Moonspear heavy-weight

When the other alpha arrived, there was no doubt that he was furious, of course he was. His anger was palpable, and she swallowed a little as she moved her anxious gaze to Charon, ready to repeat the story of how she had said hi to the wrong wolf and ended up needing help as a result. To her relief, she was spared the retelling by Amekaze who quickly summarized what she had just finished saying. 

She watched as her grey packmate slowly pulled himself from the ground, standing near as if she could keep him from falling. She had expended most of her energy helping him back to the mountain, so anymore strain might send her to the ground with him. Regardless, Speedy remained near, face still painted with worry as he began to answer his mother's questions. She thought at first he might reveal that her wound was from him, but thankfully, he too omitted it from his recounting of the events. 

He hadn't quite answered Amekaze's question, so the healer elaborated. We were in the scorched forest just east of here, she explained with a flick of her nose in that direction. The woman was larger. Her coat was red and cream, and she called herself Mor. She accused me of being a spy--of following her there. She wasn't likely to forget those details for a long time; the woman's features were burned into her memory. 

Now that they were here and safe, her adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and she could feel her injury even more as exhaustion began to settle over her body. Still, she looked between the alphas, ready to answer any other questions they had, occasionally flicking worried eyes to her protector.