Sleepy Fox Hollow i wanna see the way you look up under all those stars

Wylla surged after Zarya and the expected tackle from behind never came. She was gaining on Stag, who seemed to be ganging on Zarya, but then the bitch did about the most what-the-fucky thing Wylla ever saw and slipped like a snake under a log. Risky move. Her chances of getting stuck doing that or being slowed enough for Stag to maul her backside were incredibly high, but seeing as Wylla already thought Zarya was an outstandingly stupid wolf, it wasn't really that surprising.

Somehow the woman got away. Wylla was small enough to dive under the log, too, but to do so would feel unnatural and dangerous. She prepared herself to go around when Stag's body contracted and he prepared to leap. The Pionier slowed a little, but then sped right up the second she saw his hind leg come out from under him. There was nothing she could do as he slammed face-first into the log and crumpled.

Fuck! Wylla gasped, hastening to Stag's side and skidding to a stop in the snow. The boy was out cold. There was a growing smear of red on the crown of his head where the skin split from the impact. Nothing life-threatening, but smacking his head that badly could be. Shit shit shit, she murmured, circling around him and nosing at his face, his head, and his throat. She wasn't trained to deal with this sort of situation. She didn't know Stag at all and had inadvertently insulted him mere minutes ago, but he was still just a kid. A fierce teenager but a kid nonetheless and he was potentially in danger now.

Mahler! she screeched, turning with wide eyes to search the woods for the General. Help!

Lmk if the assumed injury isn't okay!