Hoshor Plains caught me in it's whirlwind, left me black and blue

Yep. Saarthal now had absolutely no idea what to say. This was not the type of situation she liked: you know, the types where all she had to do was flirt and tease and laugh and even if she made a fool of herself, the scene would end with Saarth getting what she wanted and people liking her despite whatever idiocies she'd inevitably committed. fUCk what the fuck am i supposed to fucking do now, what the fuck did you get yourself into saarthal what the fuck-
"Fuckers? Which fuckers?" Saarthal shifted her weight between her paws and gazed at the younger wolf with a questioning tilt of her head. Then panic set in, and oh shit - "Wait, has someone kidnapped him?" Shit, shit, shit, should she go now? on a rescue mission? nO - wait, calm down. Saarthal's eyes zeroed in on the girl, then flickered downward to the chewed up bracken on the ground, then back at the girl; she could taste the faint metallic tang in the air, blood.