Fairspell Meadow Keep me running, running scared

She's distracted, nose-deep in flowers when the sound of quick, heavy footsteps reaches her. Startled, she flinches a little as she glances up just in time to watch the dark stranger collapse. Oh, shit, She breathes to herself, paws carrying her toward the other without a second thought. The scent of blood is in the air, faint but enough to make her panic a little. You alright? She calls as she draws nearer, ears perked to catch any response that may come.