Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

When Thistle approached, Junior saw that her head was scratched and bleeding. Although her former guardian tried to coax her to run after her, the pup shook her head, spraying blood on the ground. "I can't, Thistle!" she said. "I can hardly see! Get in here!" she urged instead, moving sideways to make room for the other wolf beneath the small rock overhang. She was certain the birds wouldn't be able to get at them here; if they flew low enough to try, they could snatch them up and kill them easily.

"It doesn't hurt much," Junior said. "I'm bleedin' like crazy!" She sounded impressed rather than upset, perhaps because it was so much blood. "It only stings." Not for the first time, she lowered her head and rubbed one of her paws over it, trying to clear the sticky red fluid away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Thistle," the pup murmured in the next moment, once again noticing the other female's sorry state once she could see a bit better. "They're like bees but worse. What's their problem anyway? I wasn't bothering 'em!" She huffed. "Oh," she added, "and I'm sorry I missed the festival. That's why I came today."